[ He's reeling in these implications here, watching this little boy pick himself up and try to charge again, his tiny face full of determination. Could he be the sort of person who has a son? Shouldn't he remember a mother, then, or something like one? Someone important enough to raise a child with must take up so much space in his heart but the only person Flynn remembers, really, is a boy raised beside him with eyes full of fire, so unless that boy somehow...
But then what kind of father would he be? ]
To be a father who abandons his child to go join the knights... I'd hate to think that— oh!
[ Thankfully for them both, before Flynn can spiral even further into thinking about maybe being a distant dad, a larger figure looms through the fog, landing a hand on one tiny shoulder. The boy freezes and looks up, his eyes full of fear and adoration both, a terrified sort of determination. ]
Again, Flynn. That was sloppy.
[ The man says in a low voice, and Flynn's stomach flips over on itself. ]
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[ He's reeling in these implications here, watching this little boy pick himself up and try to charge again, his tiny face full of determination. Could he be the sort of person who has a son? Shouldn't he remember a mother, then, or something like one? Someone important enough to raise a child with must take up so much space in his heart but the only person Flynn remembers, really, is a boy raised beside him with eyes full of fire, so unless that boy somehow...
But then what kind of father would he be? ]
To be a father who abandons his child to go join the knights... I'd hate to think that— oh!
[ Thankfully for them both, before Flynn can spiral even further into thinking about maybe being a distant dad, a larger figure looms through the fog, landing a hand on one tiny shoulder. The boy freezes and looks up, his eyes full of fear and adoration both, a terrified sort of determination. ]
Again, Flynn. That was sloppy.
[ The man says in a low voice, and Flynn's stomach flips over on itself. ]