#He can't expose his children to this. I forgot when the Emmet Rebellion was but like. Again. Such an O'Connell.

[breitzbachbea]

Anyways. What if the man you owe your life to now and who's children you love as dearly as if they were yours, told you that the men you risked your life for when you were but boys are no longer welcome here. The men who risked a whole hell of a lot for your saviour's son's happiness. Who you felt judging you and them so hard for what you did. "I was 15", you say in apology and you feel his judgement weaken. "We were at risk of not having anything anymore," you say again. "They didn't want to give us rights either, and what rights has any of us, sect aside?" And you know he isn't sure if he should agree or not, but there is no ire, no loss of trust and yet. You lie in the flat he paid for and feel like crying, like you can't breathe, because you fucking dragged your friends over here only to betray them. You had to go because you couldn't die for the cause, of course you couldn't. Kilian was so right for shouting 'I hate you' in your face until his voice gave out. You sold out everyone for morals that have never done you any good.

And you go to your friend's house and you want to sleep huddled against them as if you're fifteen again and they are all that remains of all you ever called home.

Want to write something with the target audience of me and only me so badly, but at the thought of returning to the article I have to read for it, I start banging my head against the wall.