#･ﾟ ☽ an answer only the moon betrays ( meme: reply. )

[lunalyt]

@muselexum​ ;  — [ A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS ]

“I’m scared of what’s inside my head.” (Akane to Marco uvu)

         IF  THERE  IS  ONE  THING  the  phoenix  had  been  quite  expert  at,  it’s  hiding  his  deepest  fears  behind  a  demeanor  of  calm  and  composure ��—  as  the  commander  of  the  first  division  as  well  as  Whitebeard’s  second  in  command,  such  was  the  burden  he  had  to  carry  but  it  is  one  he  carried  with  pride.  However,  his  little  sister’s  statement  would  have  him  wondering  if  perhaps  pretending  to  have  it  all  figured  out  all  the  time,  may  be  setting  the  bar  a  little  too  high  for  those  same  younger  ones  he  sought  to  protect.

         There’s  a  soft  smile  upon  his  lips  as  he  takes  a  seat  by  her  side,  willing  to  dedicate  his  full  attention  and  time  alike  to  her,  until  she  feels  quite  better  —  he  knows  firsthand,  most  demons  can  not  be  silenced  forever,  but  if  they  can  momentarily  mute  them,  then  slowly  surely,  she  can  learn  to  slay  them  on  her  own.  He  has  enough  faith  in  her  strength  to  believe  so.  

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         ❝In  my  experience,  whatever  is  in  there —❞  he  says,  a  gentle  touch  poking  her  head  playfully.  ❝becomes  so  much  less  scarier  once  we  let  it  out  here;  so  what  do  you  say?  Wanna  let  me  in  on  what’s  on  your  mind-yoi?❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​ ; — [ A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS ] 

“  i’m trying to prove i have love in my heart ” ( marmoe post-confession )

         HOW  ABSURD  he  deems  her  proclamation,  or  rather  her  attempt  to  prove  something  he  never,  not  once,  not  for  a  single  moment  held  any  doubt  about.  The  problem  does  not  persist  in  the  lack  of  love  in  her  heart  rather  the  abundance  of  it  he  does  not  deem  himself  worthy  of  in  the  slightest.  

         How  can  he  ever  doubt  it  when  it  is  her  own  heart  that  has  caused  his  in  return  to  flutter  and  experience  love,  the  deep  once  in  a  lifetime  romance  kind  of  love,  for  the  first  time  in  his  vastly  experienced  life?  A  pained  expression  is  evident  upon  her  division  commander’s  features  despite  all  attempts  to  maintain  his  calm  composure  in  the  presence  of  the  heart  he  has  broken  but  it  is  not  for  the  reasons  he  has  misguided  her  into  believing.  

         ❝I  know...  I  know  you  do-yoi❞  is  his  simple  attempt  at  reassurance,  because  despite  all  the  damage  he  has  caused,  he  can  not  live  with  himself  knowing  he  has  caused  her  to  doubt  her  own  heart  due  to  his  shortcomings.  

          ❝Tomoe..  you  have  the  most  loving  heart  I’ve  ever  known..❞  his  words  are  true  and  sincere  and  he  hopes,  this  once,  even  after  everything,  she  can  believe  him.  ❝Please,  believe  me  when  I  say  that  it  was  never  the  problem-yoi❞  She  isn’t  the  problem,  he  is.  He  is.  He  is.

         He  turns  away,  sadness  within  ocean  hues  as  he  adds.  ❝Don’t  waste  all  this  love  in  your  heart  on  me-yoi..❞  I  don’t  deserve  it.  I  never  will.  

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ; — [ A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS ]

“  i only want your hand to hold, i only want you near me ” ( wenliz )

         THE  AIR  IS  WARM  TODAY  but  it  does  not  prevent  the  chills  coursing  through  the  entire  frail  figure  of  the  banshee  prompting  a  halt  in  her  step  in  the  clearing  of  the  woods,  mudded  boots  kicking  at  the  soil  now  paralyzed  in  place.

         Eliza  having  spent  majority  of  her  time  in  isolation,  is  not  accustomed  to  human  communication,  certainly  not  being  the  target  of  flowery  words  from  men  —  perhaps,  if  she  has  remained  in  her  small  village,  right  now  she  will  have  been  the  appropriate  age  for  marriage,  already  spoken  for  to  help  run  some  family  farm.  

         Right  now ��however,  she  merely  freezes  upon  the  first  indication  of  any  fond  feelings  for  her  and  she  dismisses  it  as  anxiety  towards  the  unknown  when  the  flush  coloring  ghostly  features  may  be  hinting  otherwise.  

         Eliza  has  never  cared  for  romance;  even  in  books  the  thought  of  it  is  scoffed  at  and  dismissed  as  worse  than  fantasy  —  a  terrible  lie  as  she  deems  it  impossible  for  another  to  harbor  feelings  for  another  devoid  of  their  own  selfishness  and  benefit,  yet  why  is  it  this  one  boy  seems  to  have  her  questioning  her  every  belief?  Haunting  her  dreams?  No,  she  dismisses  that  thought,  it’s  unrelated  to  him.. 

                   it  can’t  be  related..  

         ❝’ave  ya  got  a  ...  death  wish  in  ya,  lad?❞  despite  the  harshness  of  her  words,  there’s  a  quiver  in  her  voice,  a  hesitance,  holding  back  on  spewing  the  venom  laced  words  she  knows  she  needs  to  —  to  keep  him  away,  to  protect  him.  

         ❝Thee  only  people  te  ever  be  near  me  ar  now  in  der  graves  —  stay  ‘way  from  me..  I  wan’  no  part  o’  this...❞

[lunalyt]

@muselexum​​ ; — [ A SEAFARER’S AESTHETIC SENTENCE STARTERS ]

“I pray the day arrives when you’ll never roam again.” (Akane to Rosa <3)

         KIND  WORDS  SPOKEN  FROM  HER  SISTER,  tug  upon  Rosa’s  heartstrings  —  it  seems  even  after  spending  some  time  apart,  being  reunited  now,  Akane  can  still  read  through  her.  

         Externally  she  has  been  getting  by  alright,  sailing  from  one  island  to  another  as  her  mellifluous  voice  fills  every  sea  with  its  beautiful  melodies,  yet  no  spotlight  nor  applause  can  ever  replace  the  cheers  of  her  family’s  laughter  nor  fill  the  gaping  loneliness  of  losing  them.  

         She  fights  to  manage  a  smile  for  her  sister’s  sake,  to  keep  up  the  strong  façade  she  has  managed  to  build  up  so  well  during  her  time  sailing  alone,  still  a  well  of  tears  blurs  a  vision  of  indigo  as  she  reaches  for  Akane’s  hand,  and  squeezes  it  lightly  as  though  offering  comfort  and  reassurance  —  or  perhaps,  she  has  been  seeking  such  herself. 

         ❝Maybe  one  day..  I  won’t  have  to  anymore..  maybe,  we  can  all  set  sail  together  again❞  she  speaks  her  wishes  in  a  soft  whisper,  fearful  if  she  were  to  utter  it  any  louder,  the  universe  will  take  even  that  away  from  her,  and  it  is  all  she  has  left  —  nothing  but  a  far  away  pipe  dream  she  understands  very  well  will  never  come  true.  Sailing  under  one  flag,  upon  one  home  —  she  clings  desperately  to  that  dream  to  keep  her  going.  

         ❝I  know  it’s  silly..❞

[lunalyt]

@muselexum​ ;  ——— [  word prompts compilation ]

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

         NIGHT  TERRORS  WERE  NOTHING  NEW  to  the  hummingbird,  rather  an  unwelcome  guest  which  frequented  her  every  now  and  then,  becoming  much  more  scarce  the  more  time  she  spent  with  her  new  family.  Among  the  Whitebeard  Pirates  she  felt  safe,  so  much  that  it  seemed  all  her  fears  of  the  past  had  been  but  a  far  distant  memory.  

         Such  had  been  the  case  for  a  good  few  years,  but  rainbows  and  sunshine  couldn’t  last  forever  and  eventually  the  storms  had  to  rage  again.  

         With  their  recent  tragedy,  her  old  guest  would  visit  again  and  so  much  more  frequently  than  ever  before  —  now  every  night  since  the  loss  of  her  loved  ones,  she  would  toss  and  turn,  crying  and  screaming  in  bed  for  the  ones  she  could  never  have  back.  

         She  avoids  sleep  in  an  attempt  to  keep  it  at  bay  but  eventually  exhaustion  wins  over  and  it  plays  again  on  repeat  in  her  head:  the  vision  of  her  commander  falling  before  her  very  own  eyes,  her  father’s  disfigured  face,  haunting  her  worst  nightmares.

         ❝No,  no,  no,  stop!!  Don’t  hurt  them  —  stop!❞  her  thoughts  are  interrupted  with  a  gentle  awakening  —  a  helping  hand  reaching  for  her  and  drawing  her  away  from  her  land  of  terror  and  darkness,  back  to  reality.  

         Indigo  flutters  awake,  greeted  by  the  warm  sight  of  her  sister’s  comforting  presence,  prompting  panic  shuddering  to  slowly  ease  into  a  defeated  slump.  

         She  doesn’t  need  to  ask  Akane  to  realize  what  had  been  going  on  —  after  all,  this  had  happened  many  times  before  since  the  war,  but  Rosa  had  come  a  long  way  since  she  couldn’t  so  much  as  utter  a  word  —  at  least  now  she  manages  to  speak  to  the  sister  by  her  side  when  she  finds  her  there.  

         ❝Sorry...  did  I  —  did  I  wake  you?❞  she  asks  slowly,  gaze  dropping  apologetically  and  digits  clutching  her  own  blanket.  ❝I  tried  not  to  sleep...  but  I  just  —  Sorry...❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​​​  ;  ——— [  word prompts compilation ]

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret ( or just aurelia informing wb about something she overheard hehe )

         THE  UNICORN  WASN’T  GOING  TO  SPEAK  OF  IT  —  EVER.  Personal  matters  of  the  heart  are  not  her  place  to  meddle  with,  also  her  little  flower  had  confided  in  her  and  Aurelia  would  rather  take  her  secrets  to  the  grave  than  allow  it  to  slip.  

         However,  it  is  witnessing  the  first  division  commander  snap  so  uncharacteristically  at  his  old  man  today  which  draws  the  last  straw,  and  she  can  no  longer  remain  a  mere  idle  bystander  in  this  tragedy.  

         An  mother  older  sister  can  never  willingly  watch  as  her  own  children  throw  themselves  in  the  line  of  fire  —  nor  can  she  allow  them  to  disrespect  their  father.  

         Perhaps,  if  it  had  been  another  of  his  children,  Aurelia  wouldn’t  be  so  concerned  but  Marco  had  never  lost  his  cool  nor  responded  so  impolitely  to  his  father  —  in  fact,  he’s  always  the  one  to  put  the  rest  in  their  place  if  they  so  much  as  dare  raise  their  voice.  This  isn’t  like  him  and  she  knows  exactly  why  and  is  determined  to  put  a  stop  to  it  before  he  does  something  he  regrets,  even  more  than  what  has  already  been  done,  that  is.  

         She  knows  he’s  lying,  perhaps  it  does  take  a  unicorn  to  know  because  the  phoenix  is  pretty  good  at  hiding  whatever  is  going  on  with  him.  

         The  head  nurse  doesn’t  dare  talk  about  it  on  deck,  instead  she  rearranges  the  nurses  schedule  to  ensure  it  is  her  turn  to  be  on  duty  in  the  Captain’s  chambers  tonight  to  fix  all  his  medical  equipment  intact  before  softly,  hesitantly,  requesting  he  hear  her  out  in  private.  ❝It’s...  Tomoe.❞  she  slips,  quietly.  

         ❝The  reason  our  first  division  commander  is  behaving  so  strangely  —  the  reason  for  his  outburst  today  too,  I’m  sure..❞  while  she  also  thinks  it’s  long  overdue  considering  she’s  always  reprimanding  the  old  man  for  his  drinking  too.  ❝It’s  our  little  flower..  I  fear  he  broke  her  heart  —  and  dare  I  say,  his  own  in  the  process..❞  

         She  pauses  then,  gentle  digits  placing  over  his  arm,  somewhat  pleading  him  to  do  something.  ❝If  anyone  can  talk  any  sense  to  him  —  it’s  you,  Edward..  he  listens  to  you,  he  respects  you  and  he..  doesn’t  have  it  all  as  put  together  as  he  pretends..❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ;  ——— [ ASK  MY  MUSE  ANYTHING MEME  /  ACCEPTING ]

❛❛ Rosa, huh? And just what makes you think you have what it takes to become a pirate? I'll tell you right now, it's a big world out there-- filled with all sorts of unpredictable dangers! ❜❜ his tone is not at all patronizing, rather purposely testing the doe-eyed petite of her admirable adamancy to sail alongside their much feared, notorious pirate crew.

         HE  COULDN’T  HAVE  BEEN  much  older  than  the  petite  musician,  yet  already  the  man  before  her  is  an  infamous  pirate  with  a  name  for  himself  —  needless  to  say,  Rosa  admired  and  also  felt  slightly  envious  of  the  young  man.

         However,  his  query  is  one  catching  her  off  guard  as  never  before  has  anyone  taken  interest  in  her  reasons  —  they  all  had  their  minds  already  made  up  that  she  didn’t  have  what  it  takes  before  even  giving  her  a  chance.

         ❝I  —  I  just..  ❞  embarrassed  and  also  shy,  she  naturally  stutters  on  her  words  when  put  on  the  spot  like  this,  wide  eyed  indigo  full  of  desperation;  but  nothing  he  can  say  about  the  big  dangerous  world  out  there  is  anything  she  hasn’t  been  told  countless  times  prior.

         She  wonders  if  she  truly  does  have  what  it  takes  to  become  a  pirate;  insecurity  and  doubt  begin  clawing  their  way  to  her  already  vulnerable  heart,  yet  finally  determination  gleams  and  she  stands  her  ground.

         ❝I  don’t  want  to  be  alone  anymore!❞  she  declares  her  truth.  ❝Loneliness  is  the  worst  feeling  in  the  world  —  I  may  not  be  strong  or  big,  but  to  never  feel  this  way  again,  I  can  do  whatever  it  takes;  I  will  not  stop  fighting  ——  even  if  it  kills  me!!❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​  ;  ——— [  Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”  /  ACCEPTING  ] 

@ marco, do you believe luffy will become the pirate king?

         THE  POTENTIAL  HIS  OLD  MAN  recognized  two  years  ago  during  the  summit  war,  the  very  same  fire  their  own  second  division  commander  gave  his  life  up  to  protect  —  Marco  too  held  the  Strawhat  pirate  in  high  regards  and  had  no  doubt,  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  the  rest  of  the  world  saw  it  too.  

         A  wide  grin  at  the  mere  mention  of  Luffy  is  already  answer  to  what  the  phoenix  thinks  but  he  wastes  no  time  in  confirming  confidently  anyway.  ❝Yes-yoi❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​  ;  ——— [  Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”  /  ACCEPTING  ]

@ eliza, do you regret leaving your little sister? ( @astherea​ )

         THE  BANSHEE  MAY  TRY  to  deny  it  all  she  wants,  claim  it  was  for  the  best  but  after  meeting  her  sister  again  and  seeing  how  life  did  not  get  better  for  her  after  she  left  her,  it  was  inevitable  for  her  train  of  thoughts  to  finally  acknowledge  perhaps  leaving  her  on  her  own  was  not  the  best  choice  after  all.  

         ❝Yes..❞

         Would  she  have  been  able  to  care  for  her  or  protect  her?  She  doubted  so,  in  fact,  she  is  still  certain  her  presence  can  only  bring  about  pain  and  death   but  at  the  very  least  she  should  have  tried  harder  to  ensure  her  sister  was  in  good  hands.  

[lunalyt]

@muselexum​  ——— [  TELL ME WHAT VIBE I GIVE OFF BASED ON MY BLOG  ]

THE *~VIBES~*

Aesthetically: The desaturated pastel themes of your blog and carrd are both whimsical and calming. Your post formatting is consistent and attractive. I get the sense that you are very detail-oriented and focused on making sure the things you put out are unified and beautiful.

Muses: Your muses all hold a deep love for their family, blood or adopted. Knowing that they are loved would surely fulfill something in them. You too, may highly value praise and acknowledgement by those that mean most to you. A kind person who seeks kindness in return.

Pairings: The loves that you choose to write are filled with innocence, earnestness, and deep passion for one another. Unconditional loves. I sense that you cherish goodness and innocence, and you value love in its purest forms.

DARTS. LEXIIII!! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY — this was so detailed and beautiful, and I’m just so touched by it all!! 

I am so happy you like all the details and formatting and everything, I spent about a year on and off working on everything and you’re right I do like to work on details, though I’m impatient at times, I still love for everything to be organized. I feel a little called out haha (jk) but I do value acknowledgment immensely by those I cherish and I am usually happiest when I feel they are proud of me, etc. Thank you for seeing me as kind and everything too /)//////(\ also you’re definitely right about the shipping part too ;////; I am a hopeless romantic and I’m so weak for the pure forms of love~ 

Again, thank you so much for sending this, it was so thorough and lovely, and really makes me feel seen! 

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​ ;  ——— [  word prompts compilation ] 

[ bloody ] for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains ( marco/ace ) tis but a scratch 

         THE  SIGHT  OF  BLOOD  shouldn’t  upset  the  experienced  doctor  so  much,  certainly  not  when  he’s  been  practicing  medicine  for  so  long  and  has  all  but  been  desensitized  to  such  by  now  but  it  is  the  specific  person  injured  which  prompts  his  heightened  concern  today.  

         It  takes  him  a  moment  to  shake  away  the  image  etched  into  his  brain,  regain  that  professional  composure  he  wore  so  well  as  a  medic  and  focus  on  the  present  —  his  little  brother  alive  and  breathing  before  him,  albeit  with  more  that  just  ‘a  scratch’.

         Undoubtedly,  the  big  brother  is  going  to  give  him  an  earful  about  it,  but  first  things  first,  he  wastes  no  time  in  tending  to  the  younger  man’s  injuries.  However,  as  Ace  attempts  to  shrug  it  off  as  just  a  scratch,  the  doctor  may  have  tightened  the  bandages  a  little  too  hard  with  a  glare  showcasing  his  displeasure  before  loosening  it  just  enough  yet  again,  once  the  point  is  made.  

         ❝I  think  we  need  to  reevaluate  your  idea  of  a  scratch-yoi❞  he  sighs.  ❝Now,  you  wanna  tell  me  what  you  were  up  to  this  time?❞  

         He  doesn’t  wait  for  him  to  answer  however,  like  a  frustrated  parent  big  brother,  the  lecture  carries  on  without  pause.  ❝You  really  have  got  to  stop  being  so  reckless!!  Your  sister  is  going  to  be  worried  sick  if  she  sees  you  all  bandaged  up  too-yoi  —❞  his  own  fiancée,  that  is.  ❝Oh,  and  you’re  telling  her  first  —  I  do  not  want  to  be  on  the  end  of  that  conversation  when  it  happens-yoi❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​​  ;  ——— [  word prompts compilation ]

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair ( aurelia/tomoe )

         GENTLE  PORCELAIN  DIGITS  through  locks  of  an  opalescent  glow  and  the  head  nurse  relaxes  in  her  daughter  figure’s  presence,  a  soft  somewhat  nostalgic  smile  presenting  itself  upon  her  lips.  

         Such  tender  moment  aren't  very  common  on  the  harsh  seas,  she  has  learned,  but  it  reminds  her  of  a  time  she  was  surrounded  by  such  affection  —  back  then  she  thought  she  would  one  day  get  to  share  such  moments  with  a  daughter  of  her  own,  a  little  unicorn  princess  —  however,  since  her  little  flower  came  back  to  her  life,  such  thoughts  are  long  forgotten.

         After  all,  just  this,  is  okay  —  just  her  beautiful,  brave,  warrior  of  a  daughter  is  so  much  more  than  she  can  ever  hope  out  of  a  daughter  and  a  family.  

         ❝This  is  nice~❞  she  speaks  softly.  ❝Back  home,  the  fairies  and  mermaid  would  always  help  me  with  my  hair..❞  she  slips  in ��with  a  light  chuckle  —  hinting  to  the  girl  she  cherishes  so  much  the  truth  of  her  origins,  or  a  fragment  of  it.  She  hopes  Tomoe’s  curiosity  will  prompt  her  to  ask  further.  ❝They  would  have  liked  you  —  this  brings  back  memories..❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​​  ;  ——— [  word prompts compilation ]

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

         THEY  BOTH  KNOW  he  can  easily  light  a  smoke  with  his  azure  flames  but  there’s  something  about  the  way  his  lady  love  leans  closer,  offering  to  do  it  for  him  instead  which  has  the  phoenix’s  heart  softening.  

         Perhaps,  it’s  the  intimacy  of  his  love  helping  him,  even  with  such  a  mundane  task  or  the  way  flames  in  their  natural  color,  emit  a  warm  orange  glow  upon  porcelain  skin,  which  takes  his  breath  away,  that  he  feels  intoxicated,  more  by  her  than  even  the  breath  of  nicotine  about  to  pervade  his  lungs.  

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        He  leans  down  upon  her  offer,  ocean  hues  staring  deeply  into  crimson  as  the  space  between  them  grows  infinitesimal.  Her  soft  fingers,  so  delicate  —  so  close  to  his  own  plump  lips  he  can  kiss  her,  if  not  for  the  cigarette  in  the  way  —  all  time  seemingly  pauses  for  a  moment  as  he  loses  himself  in  her  beauty,  then  the  cigarette  lights  and  it  ends;  he  pulls  away  with  the  hint  of  a  satisfied  smirk.  

         ❝I  didn’t  know  you  carried  that  around-yoi❞  

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​  ;  ——— [  word prompts compilation ] 

[ trail ]  my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

         THE  TWO  KIDS  HAVE  COME  a  long  way  since  Sabo  first  wouldn’t  allow  her  to  touch  his  hat  —  now  he  doesn’t  even  flinch  as  his  friend’s  small  hands  touch  him —  tracing  the  scar  covering  a  good  portion  of  the  right  side  of  his  face.  

         Instead,  the  little  boy  remains  still,  mismatched  hues  of  brown  and  blue  awaiting  a  reaction,  if  any  to  the  burns  he  felt  quite  insecure  about  —  he  has  been  working  on  growing  his  hair  to  conceal  it  but  right  now,  it  remains  visible  for  all  to  see  the  injuries  of  a  past  he  can’t  even  recall.

         When  she  asks  about  it,  he  doesn’t  hesitate  to  share  his  story  or  what  little  he  knows  of  it.  ❝Dragon-san  says  a  celestial  dragon  shot  me  —  ❞  he  begins.  

         ❝I  am  not  sure  why..  or  what  I  did  to  him,  I  don’t  remember  any  of  it  — ❞  he  pauses  before  sheepishly  adding.  ❝Don’t worry — it  doesn’t  hurt  much  anymore❞

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​​  ;  ——— [  Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”  /  ACCEPTING  ]

@ rosa, if you could have infinity candy in your purse, would you? the catch is, you'll no longer have cake.

         ❝ . . . No. ❞          Just  one  kind  of  sweet  isn’t  enough.  She  wants  it  all.  Cake  and  candy. 

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​​  ;  ——— [  Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”  /  ACCEPTING  ]

@ sabo, would you ever visit your biological mother and father again?

         EVEN  PRIOR  TO  REGAINING  HIS  MEMORIES,  if  there  was  one  thing  Sabo  knew  for  certain,  it  was  that  he  didn’t  wish  to  ever  go  back  or  see  those  people  again  —  remembering  now  exactly  why,  only  strengthened  his  resolve  even  more.

         Hearing  them  labelled  as  his  mother  and  father,  even  if  merely  biological  leaves  a  bad  taste  in  his  mouth,  but  his  response  is  provided  with  but  one  word.  

         ❝  NO!!  ❞