( the reply comes in the form of a snap. the irritation he feels practically palpable with the way it hangs heavy there between them.
another bit of pacing. another moment of trying to wrap his head around it. the expression he wears one that's in disbelief. )
No decent mother would let her son be killed.
( maybe it's not his place to say such things about damian's mother. but there is no reasoning in the world that could make him believe it to be any less revolting of a thingβ of a mother to let happen to her son.
his parents. his son. maybe alfred. is every single person he cares aboutβ every single person who is family to him meant to die and he to live? )
no subject
( the reply comes in the form of a snap. the irritation he feels practically palpable with the way it hangs heavy there between them.
another bit of pacing. another moment of trying to wrap his head around it. the expression he wears one that's in disbelief. )
No decent mother would let her son be killed.
( maybe it's not his place to say such things about damian's mother. but there is no reasoning in the world that could make him believe it to be any less revolting of a thingβ of a mother to let happen to her son.
his parents. his son. maybe alfred. is every single person he cares aboutβ every single person who is family to him meant to die and he to live? )