[The shadow would approve of the 'just get it over with' spirit if he were in a position to do so. As it is he might just be giving Firo another one of those odd feelings, the emotional - and perhaps physical - impression of a man pressing himself close against a wall in hopes that he will not be seen. He can almost see where the memories are coming from for something approaching a second, but they're so quick and he cannot prevent the urge to distance himself, and quickly, before anything inside might touch him.]
[His first thought is a distraction, and due to his current nature his first thought is, of course, what comes out. The feeling of curiosity in it is genuine; the desperation sitting behind that is genuine too, but not particularly relevant here.]
That man. He's your father? Or- I don't know if turned werewolves have that kind of arrangement amongst themselves.
I never asked.
[The tone of that last thought feels somewhere between bemused and ironic. Between the killing and, in that other man Roland's life, the slaying, when would he have? The question's never, in maybe hundreds of years, occurred to him to ask.]
no subject
[His first thought is a distraction, and due to his current nature his first thought is, of course, what comes out. The feeling of curiosity in it is genuine; the desperation sitting behind that is genuine too, but not particularly relevant here.]
That man. He's your father? Or- I don't know if turned werewolves have that kind of arrangement amongst themselves.
I never asked.
[The tone of that last thought feels somewhere between bemused and ironic. Between the killing and, in that other man Roland's life, the slaying, when would he have? The question's never, in maybe hundreds of years, occurred to him to ask.]