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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Luke...? I want to talk to you about something...

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[turns to hide his face against Luke when he gets up]

[scionofhispower]

Asch...

[fononfailure]

We're not mad, Asch. *glances over to him.* He thinks he was bad and needs to be punished...

[scionofhispower]

...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[starts shaking, not moving other than that]

[scionofhispower]

Asch, you're not in trouble.

[fononfailure]

*hugs him tighter, petting his hair.* It's okay, Asch.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head]

[scionofhispower]

Asch... please talk to us.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...She wouldn't let me...

[scionofhispower]

Wouldn't let you...?

[fononfailure]

Hurt himself.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I need to...

[scionofhispower]

...no, Asch.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yes... I was bad and he's not here...

[scionofhispower]

No.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

But I need to... I was bad and your son doesn't like me and I need to go away forever and never be happy...

[scionofhispower]

...is that what it is...

You are also our son, Asch, and I never, ever want you to go away or be unhappy.

[fononfailure]

And we won't let you hurt yourself.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

He said I wasn't... He said he was yours, and I wasn't, and I'm bad...

[fononfailure]

He can't make those decisions. That's for you and us to decide.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...But he's first... He's bigger, too... And he said I'm bad, bad boys don't get to decide anything...

[scionofhispower]

Asch.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[flinches, hesitantly looking up at him, lip still bleeding]

[fononfailure]

*holds him out to Asch.* First of all, you aren't bad. Secondly, if I'm his mom then I can say you do get to decide.