[ Stefan Prince had never wanted his children in the military, and after they'd learned what was in Andyr and his sister's blood, never wanted the government so much as near them. The training his son was given was for him to protect himself, from what dangers existed in the slums they lived in, and beyond that, from the elite of their society.
he couldn't keep andyr safe from the people who'd wanted to take him, but what he'd taught him had at least given a seventeen year old enough ability to cling to some sliver of dignity, some weak strand of pride that he's been clutching ever since in a desperate grab to hold onto his sanity. something to say they haven't broken me yet.
andyr nods for the suggestion. that seems like the smarter route. the sims will hopefully be back up soon, and andyr will feel much more at ease with it if it's just pixels he's ripping apart. and snake can make the choice of if he really wants to try to fix this. ]
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he couldn't keep andyr safe from the people who'd wanted to take him, but what he'd taught him had at least given a seventeen year old enough ability to cling to some sliver of dignity, some weak strand of pride that he's been clutching ever since in a desperate grab to hold onto his sanity. something to say they haven't broken me yet.
andyr nods for the suggestion. that seems like the smarter route. the sims will hopefully be back up soon, and andyr will feel much more at ease with it if it's just pixels he's ripping apart. and snake can make the choice of if he really wants to try to fix this. ]
Andyr. What kinda name is Snake?