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voidtreckernet2021-02-20 09:01 pm
blue_ice) wrote in voidtreckernet2021-02-20 09:01 pm
video jelly 26 (cw: mentions of child abuse, other triggering topics likely)
[ Kaiba is blissfully, thankfully, 19 again. Back to normal, back to work...except for one thing. ]
Everyone recovered from the children running amok? Good. As one of the rowdy kids, I cleaned up what was left of my mess. Thanks for looking out for me, those who did.
[ And then his voice softens a little quiet and thoughtful. ]
And on a more awkward personal note? If I alarmed you with my demeanor at that age, you can quit worrying. 'Father' hasn't been in my life for years. I've surpassed him, and I'm not the person he molded me into anymore. But on reflection, I realized I'm not the only one who's had memories of that nature resurface. When the memories of childhood are suddenly fresh, the whiplash can be unnerving.
So I have a small proposal for all of you: a ceremonial burying of the past. You don't have to share anything you don't want to, but it might be cathartic, to draw or write up a representation of whatever baggage got dredged up and destroy it. Or you could talk to someone the old-fashioned way, I'm not gonna police it.
Where you came from doesn't have to define you. But it's still part of you, and if it's still causing pain, it's worth trying to exorcise it. I'm in the rock garden if anyone wants to join me.
Everyone recovered from the children running amok? Good. As one of the rowdy kids, I cleaned up what was left of my mess. Thanks for looking out for me, those who did.
[ And then his voice softens a little quiet and thoughtful. ]
And on a more awkward personal note? If I alarmed you with my demeanor at that age, you can quit worrying. 'Father' hasn't been in my life for years. I've surpassed him, and I'm not the person he molded me into anymore. But on reflection, I realized I'm not the only one who's had memories of that nature resurface. When the memories of childhood are suddenly fresh, the whiplash can be unnerving.
So I have a small proposal for all of you: a ceremonial burying of the past. You don't have to share anything you don't want to, but it might be cathartic, to draw or write up a representation of whatever baggage got dredged up and destroy it. Or you could talk to someone the old-fashioned way, I'm not gonna police it.
Where you came from doesn't have to define you. But it's still part of you, and if it's still causing pain, it's worth trying to exorcise it. I'm in the rock garden if anyone wants to join me.