it’s not serge’s own aunts he’s worried about in the end at all. he gasps, like he’s forgotten something very important even if it’s never left his mind at all, and he covers his face with his hand—paw, unfortunately—as he tries to compose himself in front of this woman. ]
Non. There’s nothing they could do to him. But if I were to go back to my family…
[ he’s so stupid. he’s so selfish for forgetting why he’s done all this in the first place. ]
…I can’t paint myself as a saint, in this situation. I’ve done terrible things to him, too. But if I were to go back to my family and leave him on his own, he would suffer a fate worse than death.
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it’s not serge’s own aunts he’s worried about in the end at all. he gasps, like he’s forgotten something very important even if it’s never left his mind at all, and he covers his face with his hand—paw, unfortunately—as he tries to compose himself in front of this woman. ]
Non. There’s nothing they could do to him. But if I were to go back to my family…
[ he’s so stupid. he’s so selfish for forgetting why he’s done all this in the first place. ]
…I can’t paint myself as a saint, in this situation. I’ve done terrible things to him, too. But if I were to go back to my family and leave him on his own, he would suffer a fate worse than death.
[ all this, from a boy less than 18 years old. ]