I clawed my son's chest to ribbons when he stood in the path of my destruction. The mark will not heal and I know it pains him for its existence, to know the father who loves him could harm him so.
It pains us both.
Was the one precious to you injured in the mess or is the wound merely emotional?
Ask me to configure a contraption to blot the sun from the sky and I will show you a dozen dozen prototypes. Ask me how to return the feeling of safety to my son's heart in my presence and my hands remain empty.
Yeah, maybe. I've never had a kid, though, so I don't know. I know my own dad was kind of shitty, but not - claw my chest shitty.
I have a thousand problems to fix and only time to do it. I know that there isn't much I can do right away. But Rita's coming here every day. She's one of the ones I have to fix.
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It pains us both.
Was the one precious to you injured in the mess or is the wound merely emotional?
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He'll heal.
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Not without attention.
Which I have learned from... several conversations of my own.
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Emotionally? I don't know. I'm not good at that.
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Ask me to configure a contraption to blot the sun from the sky and I will show you a dozen dozen prototypes. Ask me how to return the feeling of safety to my son's heart in my presence and my hands remain empty.
Perhaps... two minds may be better than one?
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I have a thousand problems to fix and only time to do it. I know that there isn't much I can do right away. But Rita's coming here every day. She's one of the ones I have to fix.
I think I'm going to start there.
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As long as you don't let him know that you are.
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