Q:"Schwann?" he asked, peeking his head in through the door. He stepped inside, rather awkwardly, holding a specially made sword behind his back. He scratched his head, staring nervously at the ground. "H-Here," he mumbled, handing the sword to him. "Hap-Happy Father's Day... Thank you..."
((feels bad for responding late, but tumblr never informed))
He had been focused on paperwork, but his expression automatically softened at the sight of Sync.
“Ah…” he toned, reaching out to take the sword. The craftmanship was beautiful. His green eyes sparkled in pure delight. He wondered just how well the blade worked. Setting it down, he enveloped Sync in a huge hug.
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.”
From the Desk of First Captain Schwann Oltorain
It’s been nearly a year since I reclaimed my role as First Captain. Since I discovered Alexei was still alive. How much has changed since then? I’m engaged to the most beautiful woman in the whole of the world and beyond. I adopted Sync. I’m living. On borrowed breath.
I personally don’t know how much longer I will survive. I pause often to look at the ring on my finger, worrying that I may not live to be married. But at the same time, I am afraid. Afraid I will succumb and live both my bride and my son with nothing but pain. Perhaps I should’ve remained the way I was while under Alexei.
Cold and unfeeling. At least then, the eneviable wouldn’t hurt very many. But by loving, I have only opened them to hurt. Pain and agony.
How many times now, have I just wished to reverse time. I don’t want to hurt them. How I wish I was still under Alexei’s command. Unthinking. Merely following commands. My thoughts only for him. Then… the only one who’d be hurt by my passing, would be me.
What have I done?
((The note was later crumpled and thrown into the fire.))