Ishvi knocked quietly on the door before entering. Knowing the drill, it was simple enough for him to find a seat, mumble a greeting. He was never exactly calm at these sessions, but after the heaviness of the first couple they'd gotten easier, at least a little. There were bad days, but this didn't look like one. Even though Ishvi was looking at the floor instead of Valli, as was his habit, he wasn't flickering, and his frown was closer to puzzlement than distress.
"So..." He trailed off, never sure where to start talking. "I'm not sure this is even important.." Opening up still came with difficulty. Ishvi started and stopped a couple more times. "My parents raised me, but I still wasn't - they always reminded me of where I came from. My father-" he spoke the term with residual disgust, yet not as adamantly as he would speak of himself, "was not an angel. He couldn't be pointed out and he didn't have to be, to be an angel."
His first clenched a little, "My mother... is everything I'm not supposed to be. I thought I could be better, but I think they expected me to fail." Trying to order things in his head, explain, Ishvi didn't even notice he hadn't mentioned why he'd brought this up.
@Romi
"So..." He trailed off, never sure where to start talking. "I'm not sure this is even important.." Opening up still came with difficulty. Ishvi started and stopped a couple more times. "My parents raised me, but I still wasn't - they always reminded me of where I came from. My father-" he spoke the term with residual disgust, yet not as adamantly as he would speak of himself, "was not an angel. He couldn't be pointed out and he didn't have to be, to be an angel."
His first clenched a little, "My mother... is everything I'm not supposed to be. I thought I could be better, but I think they expected me to fail." Trying to order things in his head, explain, Ishvi didn't even notice he hadn't mentioned why he'd brought this up.
@Romi