Wolfram swallowed hard, staring at the mess that was before him. Guilt and fear forced its way into his chest as he glanced at Bleddyn. Why did I attack her? I wouldn't have caused this. GOD WHY?! Why do I always cause something like this? Why can't I just...walk away and shut up?!
Because it's in your blood.
He froze as another voice worked its way into his head, answering his silent thoughts.
What?
It's in your blood.
What's in my blood?
Arrogance. Violence. Cruelty. Hate. It's all in your blood.
No! I'm nothing like my father! I will not be like him!
It's unescapable, Wolfram! He is half of you. Just like your mother is also half of you. But which half you choose to feed is up to you.
What is that supposed to mean?
It means what I just said. You can choose to feed the violent part of you. The evil. You can remain so cold, so hateful, so broken. Or, you can choose to feed the peaceful part of you. The good. You can become kinder, safer. Yes, broken still, but kinder. Isn't that what your mother would want?
I...I think so....
Wolfram you are two wolves in one. Good and Evil. But you, and only you alone can choose which one takes over. In order for that you have to become vulnerable. More vulnerable then you already are. You can push everyone away, or choose to stay and let yourself become open. It's the only way you can heal.
I'll never heal. You know that.
Yet he got no answer back. His brows furrowed, his face contouring into a frown as the words haunted in the back of his head. You are two wolves in one. Good and Evil. But you, and only you alone can choose which one takes over.
He turned around to look at Bleddyn. Instead of freezing and running away like a coward, he slowly came closer to her, kneeling down in front of her.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered ever so softly.
Because it's in your blood.
He froze as another voice worked its way into his head, answering his silent thoughts.
What?
It's in your blood.
What's in my blood?
Arrogance. Violence. Cruelty. Hate. It's all in your blood.
No! I'm nothing like my father! I will not be like him!
It's unescapable, Wolfram! He is half of you. Just like your mother is also half of you. But which half you choose to feed is up to you.
What is that supposed to mean?
It means what I just said. You can choose to feed the violent part of you. The evil. You can remain so cold, so hateful, so broken. Or, you can choose to feed the peaceful part of you. The good. You can become kinder, safer. Yes, broken still, but kinder. Isn't that what your mother would want?
I...I think so....
Wolfram you are two wolves in one. Good and Evil. But you, and only you alone can choose which one takes over. In order for that you have to become vulnerable. More vulnerable then you already are. You can push everyone away, or choose to stay and let yourself become open. It's the only way you can heal.
I'll never heal. You know that.
Yet he got no answer back. His brows furrowed, his face contouring into a frown as the words haunted in the back of his head. You are two wolves in one. Good and Evil. But you, and only you alone can choose which one takes over.
He turned around to look at Bleddyn. Instead of freezing and running away like a coward, he slowly came closer to her, kneeling down in front of her.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered ever so softly.
