How many times is it necessary for a parent to teach a child something, huh? What's the point of it? It just goes right through your head. In one ear and out the other. Is it wrong to tell you that I wish you'd never been born? It's the truth, you know. You're such a fucking shame to me. Never did you do anything remotely redeemable for my housing and raising you. Giving you your name.
It took twelve years to conceive of a perfect name. All that energy and thought wasted. I don't know my own faults, hm? I don't know who I am? Well, let me tell you something, kid.
*grabs the son by the hair and pulls him to his face*
I know exactly who I am. I don't deny who I am. I don't deny what I believe in. I know how I'm looked down upon for what I believe in and what I do and my actions towards you and your mother, but you know what, Maeglin? I don't give a fuck. What other people think of me has nothing to do with me. They can go on and fucking gossip and clutch their fucking gobs and wail about my disposition but it doesn't matter. I don't care.
*lets go of the skull and punches the kid in the face*
You have no right to talk to your father like that. I own you. You are my son. You are MINE.
Whatever, man, whatever. You know what too? It doesn't matter to me either. If you don't want me to live, then why not just kill me? Why don't you just get it over with if I'm such a fucking embarassment to you?
Because I don't wish for you to die. As my property, you need discipline. You need to know your place. And I swear to my race that I will succeed. It's the only thing I can do, as a father.
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And go ahead, tell me all of this shit. I wish I had never been born either but I guess we both lucked out on that part, didn't we, father?
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*grabs the son by the hair and pulls him to his face*
I know exactly who I am. I don't deny who I am. I don't deny what I believe in. I know how I'm looked down upon for what I believe in and what I do and my actions towards you and your mother, but you know what, Maeglin? I don't give a fuck. What other people think of me has nothing to do with me. They can go on and fucking gossip and clutch their fucking gobs and wail about my disposition but it doesn't matter. I don't care.
*lets go of the skull and punches the kid in the face*
You have no right to talk to your father like that. I own you. You are my son. You are MINE.
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Whatever, man, whatever. You know what too? It doesn't matter to me either. If you don't want me to live, then why not just kill me? Why don't you just get it over with if I'm such a fucking embarassment to you?
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I'm retiring for the day, my son. Good night.
*pinches his left cheek until it bleeds*
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At least it's not that bad.
*creeps out of the house*
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Hello.
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