Laharl had no idea what Vyers was on about, and he just didn't care. He just... he...
He hated him.
The boy hadn't felt it lately. He thought he was finally more at peace with his father, even. He'd told him he didn't hate him anymore, but... there it was. Laharl just hated him so much, at this moment. He hated his foolishness and hated him even more for making him feel like this; so confused and overwhelmed with so many stupid feelings.
Why did he have such an idiot for a father? Why couldn't his mother be here? Why did this place have to take her from him?! Why... why was he still here?! He wanted to go home, back to the Netherworld!
Laharl stood there trembling, his arms clenched around his chest and face hidden in his scarf. His voice was laced with twinges of emotion, but little more showed, as Laharl had gained hundreds of years practice to keep such things buried inside. "I hate you," he very nearly hissed, before making a hasty retreat out the door, slamming it in his wake.
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He hated him.
The boy hadn't felt it lately. He thought he was finally more at peace with his father, even. He'd told him he didn't hate him anymore, but... there it was. Laharl just hated him so much, at this moment. He hated his foolishness and hated him even more for making him feel like this; so confused and overwhelmed with so many stupid feelings.
Why did he have such an idiot for a father? Why couldn't his mother be here? Why did this place have to take her from him?! Why... why was he still here?! He wanted to go home, back to the Netherworld!
Laharl stood there trembling, his arms clenched around his chest and face hidden in his scarf. His voice was laced with twinges of emotion, but little more showed, as Laharl had gained hundreds of years practice to keep such things buried inside. "I hate you," he very nearly hissed, before making a hasty retreat out the door, slamming it in his wake.