TM 256: What do you hope for?
Hope was an ugly thing in his eyes.
The naivete it took to achieve such an emotion was something he rarely afforded himself, rarely could afford himself, because it almost always got in the way of something else. Something vital. Something that he'd be disappointed over when his intended plans went wrong, or downright blind to until he lost something
Hope meant uncertainty. What you wanted to believe over what was fact. Over the years, he'd hoped for many things. That Peter would grow up to be a little more like him. That Nathan would see what was best for himself and his family, and drop the case against Linderman before drastic measures had to be taken. And failing that, that if and when the time came that Angela saw completely everything he'd ever done, she'd understand.
He'd been considerably more than disappointed on all three fronts.
Now, things were different. A man's family was supposed to stand behind him. Or so he had been told. Since that had proven not to be the case with his own, he'd simply readjusted his views. What had taken years to put into play simply could not be compromised because of whatever affection he may hold for his three sons and his wife.
It wasn't what he wanted, but that didn't make a difference. It was, quite simply, what it was. And since he understood that, they would have to understand where he stood.
There was no middle ground. Either they would join in with the cause, or they would be removed from the equation. By whatever means he saw fit.
Gabriel had showed promise, but he'd have to be watched. Peter, it seemed so far, could not be properly persuaded. In spite of past problems, he would do the best he could with Nathan. After all, Nathan hadn't done anything he himself wouldn't've done in that position. He was willing to admit that.
Such wasn't quite the case with Angela. There was a score that badly needed to be settled. Forty one years of marriage, and she'd managed to poison him with his mother's lentil soup. If he hadn't survived that, after all he'd done, that would have been how he went out.
They had unfinished business.
All of this would be handled in due time. They were running on schedule, save for one or two hitches. And the scale of what he looked to achieve would change mankind itself.
He would be precise. Nothing would be left to chance.
And he had no patience for hope.
Muse: Arthur Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 425
The naivete it took to achieve such an emotion was something he rarely afforded himself, rarely could afford himself, because it almost always got in the way of something else. Something vital. Something that he'd be disappointed over when his intended plans went wrong, or downright blind to until he lost something
Hope meant uncertainty. What you wanted to believe over what was fact. Over the years, he'd hoped for many things. That Peter would grow up to be a little more like him. That Nathan would see what was best for himself and his family, and drop the case against Linderman before drastic measures had to be taken. And failing that, that if and when the time came that Angela saw completely everything he'd ever done, she'd understand.
He'd been considerably more than disappointed on all three fronts.
Now, things were different. A man's family was supposed to stand behind him. Or so he had been told. Since that had proven not to be the case with his own, he'd simply readjusted his views. What had taken years to put into play simply could not be compromised because of whatever affection he may hold for his three sons and his wife.
It wasn't what he wanted, but that didn't make a difference. It was, quite simply, what it was. And since he understood that, they would have to understand where he stood.
There was no middle ground. Either they would join in with the cause, or they would be removed from the equation. By whatever means he saw fit.
Gabriel had showed promise, but he'd have to be watched. Peter, it seemed so far, could not be properly persuaded. In spite of past problems, he would do the best he could with Nathan. After all, Nathan hadn't done anything he himself wouldn't've done in that position. He was willing to admit that.
Such wasn't quite the case with Angela. There was a score that badly needed to be settled. Forty one years of marriage, and she'd managed to poison him with his mother's lentil soup. If he hadn't survived that, after all he'd done, that would have been how he went out.
They had unfinished business.
All of this would be handled in due time. They were running on schedule, save for one or two hitches. And the scale of what he looked to achieve would change mankind itself.
He would be precise. Nothing would be left to chance.
And he had no patience for hope.
Muse: Arthur Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 425