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WHEN: Week 05, 'Another Brick in the Wall' / Sunday, January 1st, 2009 / 4:31 PM
WHERE: The Grounds-- on a bench rather distant from the castle
WHO: Pariad!
( Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem... )
WHERE: The Grounds-- on a bench rather distant from the castle
WHO: Pariad!
( Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem... )
It seemed like such a great contradiction. Paris scared of his father? Usually this was never the case. If anything, Paris was the one who intimidated his father. But this one comment threw everything out of balance. Paris had never felt so controlled in his life; Celestin seemed to have ultimate power over which way he would go in the afterlife.
This couldn't go on for much longer. Paris hated being told what to do, especially by his father.
When Illiad spoke again, Paris glanced up at him with curious eyes. Love? Such a simple commandment as that?
... in place of all which came before...
"I'm sorry," began Paris, chuckling slightly. "I thought I could find sense in those old, leather-bound pages of pure insanity. But your words are comforting, Illiad. Thank you."
Sighing, he looked at the crumpled up letter in his hand. "My father... It's such a stupid thing, really... He thinks he can shape me to be the man he wants me to be, but he's wrong."
He laughed softly again. "That man is a fool."
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"Paris," he said, softly, sitting down next to him on the bench. He set the Bible on his lap.
"You are the man you choose to be, no matter his hand. You can choose to be like him... you can choose to let him mold you to what he wants you to be, or you can do what is right by your heart."
He handed him the Bible.
"The choice is yours. But I will love you regardless of your choice. Know that."
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