It's complicated. Very complicated. But...Athessa doesn't think that she blames Benedict for his nanny's position. She may not have had a choice but neither did he. His mother was the one calling the shots, the awful one. And really, isn't the woman who raised him his real mother, regardless of who birthed him?
Athessa sighs and toes the ground. "I dunno either, but I think it's good that you're thinking about it. And for what it's worth, I don't think anyone really has a choice when it comes to loving someone. Especially family. And it hurts to think you might not ever see someone you love again."
Benedict nods silently. He hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn, but here it is, and here he is feeling more than a little thrown off by it. "Well," he murmurs after a time, "if you see him, just. Tell him I'm sorry." It's not like he can go chasing after anyone. "..please."
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Athessa sighs and toes the ground. "I dunno either, but I think it's good that you're thinking about it. And for what it's worth, I don't think anyone really has a choice when it comes to loving someone. Especially family. And it hurts to think you might not ever see someone you love again."
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"Well," he murmurs after a time, "if you see him, just. Tell him I'm sorry." It's not like he can go chasing after anyone. "..please."
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