He is here. I woke and he was standing at my window, arms crossed. He smiles. I never liked the look on his face when he smiles. It's a sort of cruelly knowing look, like he knows a thousand ways to deliver punishment worse than death, or at least that he knows some dastardly secret you don't. People have told me I look like that.Supposedly he's my
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It's just strange, hearing some of the things he says, imagining that he's my father, in a way.
He's an insane fool, though. I wouldn't trust him any farther than I could throw him. Or as far, for that matter.
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In terms of family bonds, of course it doesn't matter. My brothers raised each other. A swordsman halfway across the galaxy from my home planet raised me. I suppose he's about as much of a father as Yuriev ever was.
What about your parents? If you have any, that is.
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Sooner or later, science may take the place of parents, though. After all, I think my brothers and I turned out well enough.
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I'm sorry you're hit by this curse too...
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It's not real...he's not really there. But...I can see him...
Unfair.
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