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<div class="center" style="width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;">'''''Anger and Daddy Issues'''''</div> | <div class="center" style="width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;">'''''Anger and Daddy Issues'''''</div> | ||
β | Brand frowns, contemplatively. "Managing my anger? Tricky... | + | Brand frowns, contemplatively. "Managing my anger? Tricky... You're interactions with Oberon were few I understand. He visited your caretakers over the years a few times and I gather those were contentious enough for you that you grew angry at Amber. My interactions with Oberon were ones of close proximity over the course of centuries. Millennia. My anger and my sadness toward him and Amber took a long time to sour." |
"My siblings will all say Oberon was a distant, neglectful, and controlling father, yet each of us can point to periods of time, mostly in shadow, where we each spent long stretches one on one with him. Those were certainly times when we were directly under his thumb. He was naturally in charge. He casts shadows of people who have that natural knack of receiving deference. Yet during each of these times were many hours spent in conversation, over drinks, food, and cigars in many cases. Over corpses and womanly charms sometime. Bloodshed is a bonding experience and most of us shed blood beside our undoubted liege lord and father. So how did some of us become bitter? " | "My siblings will all say Oberon was a distant, neglectful, and controlling father, yet each of us can point to periods of time, mostly in shadow, where we each spent long stretches one on one with him. Those were certainly times when we were directly under his thumb. He was naturally in charge. He casts shadows of people who have that natural knack of receiving deference. Yet during each of these times were many hours spent in conversation, over drinks, food, and cigars in many cases. Over corpses and womanly charms sometime. Bloodshed is a bonding experience and most of us shed blood beside our undoubted liege lord and father. So how did some of us become bitter? " |