#coherency? idk. i'll just read it tmr when i'm actually alert pfffft

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"But I never wanted this!" he finally yells in frustration, desperation, gesturing to nowhere in particular, "All I've ever wanted was to live a normal life with the people I care about: You, Mom--- Not... Having to worry about being a constant disappointment!"

It was rare to see Darci blow up. Hell, he has probably never seen his son raise his voice at all.

Isambard knows all of what was said. He knows how docile and gentle his son is at heart. How hard he often pushes him to become stronger, independent. He's spoken with his wife, after all. And Darci had never been one to hide his sadness; the flashes of pain that flickered in his eyes every time he disappointed him.

There was nothing Isambard wanted more than to let his son be. To allow him to live that idyllic life he desperately wanted. But was it worth the possibility of returning home to bloodshed?

He tries to keep his voice even, although he wonders if he should finally allow his vulnerabilities and fears to show. Consciously reminding himself not to clench his fist or shake within his metallic body, he says, "Is it so bad that I just want you to be able to protect yourself?"

From his past mistakes. Mistakes made from choices that he fears will force his own family to pay. Mistakes that were not theirs to begin with, and mistakes that Darci was right to be upset about, having them dictate his entire life.

Isambard thought he was prepared for whatever reaction his son would've had towards his statement. Rage, exasperation, tears--- But he hadn't expected the pained look of understanding.

A look no parent should want their child to have.

"No," was all Darci could say in his usual soft, meek voice. Staring at the ground, he shakes his head, deciding the conversation was over and leaving his father in the room by his lonesome.