Talking Like Adults

Sark walked out of the community center, and practically stormed away. To say he was angry would be a mild understatement. He threatened to tear it. The rag may not look like much, or even that it could be a treasured possession. But, it had been passed down in his family for hundreds of years. It also happened to be the only possession from home that he managed to bring along.

He walked a good distance in the park away from the community center, not wishing to cause a disturbance is any shouting occurred. He pretty much expected Sifa to follow him. Once happy, he turned back to face Sifa. He crossed his arms, his face had a more serious look. “Let’s talk.” He had this quiet, calm tone to his voice.

@Ephemral

This had been one of the very few times that Sark hated his human form. He wanted to run his hands through his hair, scream, eat a bunch of food, sleep. A lot of different things, all because he was angry that Sifa even threatened to tear the cloth.

He managed to remain levelled as he crossed his arms. “Sifa, I don’t even understand why you dislike me.” He had, frankly, forgotten his first encounter with Sifa. Of course he’d remember once reminded, but with no context he couldn’t. But he had trouble remembering a lot of things nowadays. He had promised Shul he’d do therapy, but he kept stalling. Meanwhile, the lapses only got worst and he felt like he was forgetting. He pushed away his thinking, instead focusing on Sifa. If this was for Shul, he would do it.

Sark flinched a tiny bit. Now he remembered. Admittedly something he regretted saying. He hadn’t said anything that cruel since his mercenary days, and he knew exactly why. Even though a part of him knew Sida had joked about harming Shul, it felt too real. He had watched all the people he ever cared about slip right in front of him. He didn’t want to lose Shul, but he shouldn’t have done what he did.

He lost the angry tenseness that he had been displaying. In favour for a slight relax and slump in his shoulders. He slowly nodded. “Right... that.” His voice had dropped. Being reminded of his own brutality just... reminded him of the past. He had been a war machine made for war.

He inhaled. He didn’t massively like Sifa, but he didn’t want to be on the bad side of Shul’s family. Even if Shul was banished, Sark wanted to make an effort. He got the feeling that Shul would’ve made the effort with Sark’s father, uptight brother and dysfunctional friends he called family. “I apologise, Sifa.” He truly sounded regretful as he bowed his head a little.