God. God, he feels like he's starting to understand now. A son carrying on the father's fight, the quick condemnation of treating all children as though they aren't capable of violence, the argument against his moral line -
He was thirteen, and his father had gotten himself into some sort of situation. A stand off, a fight, arrested - it could have been anything, his father needed to meet his end right then and there. There had only been one bullet. Raju did what he had to do, what no other person would do, and he took aim and fired.
He was just thirteen, the age Crozier had been when his father put him on a carriage with a stranger and sent him off to London, never to return home. He'd been so innocent and naive then, a good little boy who did what he was told. Undoubtedly Raju's childhood was filled with a lot more strife than his, more violence, more sorrow, but he'd still only been a child.
"You did what had to be done," he repeats, breathing in the smoke and holding back a cough. His eyes are starting to tear up, but he can't risk moving any further away. "What was the promise?"
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"And you were thirteen."
God. God, he feels like he's starting to understand now. A son carrying on the father's fight, the quick condemnation of treating all children as though they aren't capable of violence, the argument against his moral line -
He was thirteen, and his father had gotten himself into some sort of situation. A stand off, a fight, arrested - it could have been anything, his father needed to meet his end right then and there. There had only been one bullet. Raju did what he had to do, what no other person would do, and he took aim and fired.
He was just thirteen, the age Crozier had been when his father put him on a carriage with a stranger and sent him off to London, never to return home. He'd been so innocent and naive then, a good little boy who did what he was told. Undoubtedly Raju's childhood was filled with a lot more strife than his, more violence, more sorrow, but he'd still only been a child.
"You did what had to be done," he repeats, breathing in the smoke and holding back a cough. His eyes are starting to tear up, but he can't risk moving any further away. "What was the promise?"