Our father, Syldor Vessar, Ambassador of Syngorn. The High Warden Tyrelda of Syngorn. Every full-blooded guard, noble and citizen of Syngorn, including the children.
We were stains upon his house. Stains that he hoped his blood would will out in and improve us to his stupidly high standards.
[ In a way, perhaps Flynn should have known. People will be people, no matter where they are: they will find scapegoats, and those beneath them, and decide that those people aren't worth lifting up.
Still. That's so many people. He grits his teeth against the truth of it. ]
To say that I am sorry does nothing against what you have been through, but I'll say it all the same. I'm sorry. Someone should have been brave enough to stand up for you and your brother.
[She now knows that most parents give a shit about their kids, but that was nearly never a thought that occurred to her when it came to Syldor and his treatment of her and Vax.
And it was an entire city against two half-elves who never asked to come to the city in the first damn place.]
Flynn, I appreciate your anger on my behalf, but I've come to a place where Syldor and Syngorn as a whole matter very little to my self-confidence. They exist and I wish them well. Our sister and stepmother are absolutely lovely and treat us well. So, there's hope that someday the Wood Elves will get their heads out of their collective asses.
Besides, we left and made our lives matter to ourselves and made a family with our friends.
It seems that you're a better and more forgiving person than I am, in that case. I'm not sure I could simply wish them well, even after time had passed.
That's because we left at sixteen and are nearly twenty-eight. And, honestly, I've learned to love myself without the need of anyone else. And, well, there are more people who love and accept me now that I don't need them.
Plus, they all owe me and my brother and Keyleth their lives and happiness. And there's a sort of petty pleasure I take in them owing three "dirty blooded half-elves". It's easy to be magnanimous with that in the back of my head.
Well, it certainly wasn't a short journey, nor was it easy. I suppose one day, if you ask very nicely, I might tell you.
But the short story is that it took a while and the help of my friends to realize that I was a good person worth being loved and liked for who I was and not what I could do for others. And, well, it's still something that I'm working on, but Percy and Vax are there to help bolster me up when needed.
I suppose you can learn it on your own, but I've never had to be alone.
Not in my entire life. Part of having a twin, you know.
But, honestly, the best way that I have found and seen from others is to have the people around you help you discover who you are underneath the baggage.
Isn't a difficult task easier to complete with the help of your friends? Or are you the type to stupidly plod along and then get flattened because you tried to do it alone?
Yes, they love us and they want what's best for us, the same way we feel about them. Friends *generally* help each other without a thought of what payment they would get.
It's not always the case, but that's the difference between a good friend and a selfish asshole.
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We were stains upon his house. Stains that he hoped his blood would will out in and improve us to his stupidly high standards.
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Still. That's so many people. He grits his teeth against the truth of it. ]
To say that I am sorry does nothing against what you have been through, but I'll say it all the same. I'm sorry. Someone should have been brave enough to stand up for you and your brother.
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And it was an entire city against two half-elves who never asked to come to the city in the first damn place.]
Flynn, I appreciate your anger on my behalf, but I've come to a place where Syldor and Syngorn as a whole matter very little to my self-confidence. They exist and I wish them well. Our sister and stepmother are absolutely lovely and treat us well. So, there's hope that someday the Wood Elves will get their heads out of their collective asses.
Besides, we left and made our lives matter to ourselves and made a family with our friends.
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Plus, they all owe me and my brother and Keyleth their lives and happiness. And there's a sort of petty pleasure I take in them owing three "dirty blooded half-elves". It's easy to be magnanimous with that in the back of my head.
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But the short story is that it took a while and the help of my friends to realize that I was a good person worth being loved and liked for who I was and not what I could do for others. And, well, it's still something that I'm working on, but Percy and Vax are there to help bolster me up when needed.
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General you. Not you, specifically. I would also need help, is what I am asking.
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Not in my entire life. Part of having a twin, you know.
But, honestly, the best way that I have found and seen from others is to have the people around you help you discover who you are underneath the baggage.
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I don't know. Shouldn't it be my responsibility to sort myself out?
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Isn't a difficult task easier to complete with the help of your friends? Or are you the type to stupidly plod along and then get flattened because you tried to do it alone?
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Gods know that I wouldn't have asked Vox Machina to actively join Vax and I just for revenge, but they offered to help us anyway.
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It's not always the case, but that's the difference between a good friend and a selfish asshole.