No Taste Left But Blood, No Word Left But Hate, pt 2
-Continued from here.-
"I don't want him to have that, either."
"So you're going to help me kill Daydelis?"
"Yes, I am."
"Why would you let me kill your own son?"
"He's not my son anymore, Matthias. He meant nothing to me when I was alive and he means even less to me now that I'm dead. What's a child I have nothing to do with compared to taking away everything Father ever wanted?"
"Since when do you hate Father?"
"Do you really think I got these scars on my mouth by falling on a rock while Father took me on a camping trip?"
Matthias narrowed his eyes at Diederich, considering.
"Since when does Father go camping, Matthias? And what sort of fall on what sort of rock would do this? He cut my face open, Matt, he took a knife, held me down, and mutilated me."
Matthias stared at Diederich in disbelief. Even if some part in the back of his mind has always known that something wrong had happened when Diederich came home looking hollow with those livid red lines on a mouth he barely moved for months after, it was like a block had been set up in his mind that kept him from having to think about it too closely. Eventually the rock story became so ingrained that he never even questioned it. It even became comical.
"Why would he do that?" Matthias whispered. "He wanted you to be perfect."
"A lot of reasons, none of which I'm explaining to you," Diederich said harshly.
It shut Matthias up. Insane as he was, he still knew when not to push his brother.
"You're really going to help me?"
"Yes. He's in Shattrath."
"Let's go now then," Matthias said, immediately casting a portal.
Diederich blinked in the harsh light of the portal in the darkness of the sewer. He'd wanted more time, but he stepped through the portal and told himself to think faster.
"I don't want him to have that, either."
"So you're going to help me kill Daydelis?"
"Yes, I am."
"Why would you let me kill your own son?"
"He's not my son anymore, Matthias. He meant nothing to me when I was alive and he means even less to me now that I'm dead. What's a child I have nothing to do with compared to taking away everything Father ever wanted?"
"Since when do you hate Father?"
"Do you really think I got these scars on my mouth by falling on a rock while Father took me on a camping trip?"
Matthias narrowed his eyes at Diederich, considering.
"Since when does Father go camping, Matthias? And what sort of fall on what sort of rock would do this? He cut my face open, Matt, he took a knife, held me down, and mutilated me."
Matthias stared at Diederich in disbelief. Even if some part in the back of his mind has always known that something wrong had happened when Diederich came home looking hollow with those livid red lines on a mouth he barely moved for months after, it was like a block had been set up in his mind that kept him from having to think about it too closely. Eventually the rock story became so ingrained that he never even questioned it. It even became comical.
"Why would he do that?" Matthias whispered. "He wanted you to be perfect."
"A lot of reasons, none of which I'm explaining to you," Diederich said harshly.
It shut Matthias up. Insane as he was, he still knew when not to push his brother.
"You're really going to help me?"
"Yes. He's in Shattrath."
"Let's go now then," Matthias said, immediately casting a portal.
Diederich blinked in the harsh light of the portal in the darkness of the sewer. He'd wanted more time, but he stepped through the portal and told himself to think faster.