That's not a family. That's repulsive. And it was never your fault. Ever. Don't ever think that.
You're a perfectly beautiful young lady, Fauna. And always have been.
[He'd kill either of those two without thinking twice, were he to see them. He's quiet.]
In all honesty, I've never known a proper family, either. When I was younger - far, far younger than now - I had a father. A mother. I used to believe there were ghosts in our house, and eating was a ritual to put them at ease. I feared my father more than the world itself. I resorted to being a clown in order to conceal my fears and anxieties, stemming from being well-off, fearing having respect and expectation, and having...dashing good looks, to the point where our servants took notice.
[He leaves the last part at that. Nothing else needs to be said.]
That made me run away from home. And then the Port Mafia was the only family I'd gotten to know, which in itself was a sad excuse for anything resembling a 'family'. They at least sheltered me, and I harmed others more than I got harmed. Which was an improvement at the time.
I didn't know ACTUAL family until I joined ADA. And then it hit me all at once. Just because people are blood-related to you doesn't make them family. Blood runs in the veins of every human being, and in some beings that aren't human. It's meaningless to divide based on that alone, and those who mistreat you hardly deserve such titles. Thus, you pick, and you choose the people who will ACTUALLY love and support you and be there for you when you're hurting as family. If you so choose.
cw: child abuse, sexual abuse reference
That's not a family. That's repulsive. And it was never your fault. Ever. Don't ever think that.
You're a perfectly beautiful young lady, Fauna. And always have been.
[He'd kill either of those two without thinking twice, were he to see them. He's quiet.]
In all honesty, I've never known a proper family, either. When I was younger - far, far younger than now - I had a father. A mother. I used to believe there were ghosts in our house, and eating was a ritual to put them at ease. I feared my father more than the world itself. I resorted to being a clown in order to conceal my fears and anxieties, stemming from being well-off, fearing having respect and expectation, and having...dashing good looks, to the point where our servants took notice.
[He leaves the last part at that. Nothing else needs to be said.]
That made me run away from home. And then the Port Mafia was the only family I'd gotten to know, which in itself was a sad excuse for anything resembling a 'family'. They at least sheltered me, and I harmed others more than I got harmed. Which was an improvement at the time.
I didn't know ACTUAL family until I joined ADA. And then it hit me all at once. Just because people are blood-related to you doesn't make them family. Blood runs in the veins of every human being, and in some beings that aren't human. It's meaningless to divide based on that alone, and those who mistreat you hardly deserve such titles. Thus, you pick, and you choose the people who will ACTUALLY love and support you and be there for you when you're hurting as family. If you so choose.
That's my perspective on it, at least.