Observing the Ghost

[theinfinite_667]

He is here. I woke and he was standing at my window, arms crossed. He smiles. I never liked the look on his face when he smiles. It's a sort of cruelly knowing look, like he knows a thousand ways to deliver punishment worse than death, or at least that he knows some dastardly secret you don't. People have told me I look like that.Supposedly he's my

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[heartxofxcruxis]

Parents matter little.

[theinfinite_667]

Of course. Technically, I don't have actual "parents" -- Dimitri Yuriev never raised me personally, and I'm only connected to him by DNA. My mother is some anonymous woman who gave her genes to science. So, I don't care very much.

It's just strange, hearing some of the things he says, imagining that he's my father, in a way.

He's an insane fool, though. I wouldn't trust him any farther than I could throw him. Or as far, for that matter.

[heartxofxcruxis]

DNA. Blood. Both matter little, don't you think?

[theinfinite_667]

Well, I can't say DNA doesn't matter at all in and of itself. After all, it's my cursed DNA that keeps me alive this long. I overproduce telomerase. But that's beside the point.

In terms of family bonds, of course it doesn't matter. My brothers raised each other. A swordsman halfway across the galaxy from my home planet raised me. I suppose he's about as much of a father as Yuriev ever was.

What about your parents? If you have any, that is.

[heartxofxcruxis]

I have none.