Sons

"Sons" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
==Summary==
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==Full Text==
A shadow fell across Opie’s form from where he sat in his cell, among the small campsite he had rigged inside. The young man looked up, a red beard now on his face. It was still rough, and not completely full, but it was still present. “Well…” He droned groggily, his voice weak from not being used. “You took your time dad…”
Malak stood grimly on the other side of the bars, and then sighed as he drew out some letters. “Your mother is…well.”
“I know.” Opie said mildly. “She drops by every once in a while…she even dropped by to see you here and there…not that you or anyone else would ever be able to see her. Sent you a letter huh?”
Malak hung his head. “Um…no. The letter was sent to the general office of the rebellion…it was passed onto me later.” He worked his jaw. “So she’s happy?”
“None of us are happy dad…” He squinted at him. “How’s Farris?”
Malak quickly produced a stack of notes from his coat. “He had a bit of trouble with some madman, as usual he’s biting off more than he can chew. I was almost dragged into a blackmailing gimmick of his involving the lunatic…but he called it off. Since then he’s gotten a job thank gods, relief efforts and disaster prevention. He uh…and he’s uh…”
“Ah here we are…the reason you bothered to track me down…because child number one didn’t come see you in all this time.”
Malak grabbed the bars with one hand while clutching the notes to his chest as if to protect their integrity. “He, is, busy.”
“I’m not saying anything against Farris dad…” Opie countered mildly, his eyes flickering around the room. 
“Of for gods sake, I’m here to bring you home.”
“Why?”
“You can’t just sit around here Opie, I may as well get you- Opie…oh for gods sake will you quit jittering your eyes around like that its making me sick!”
Opie held up a finger. “You mean…giving you motion sickness?”
“I-…” Malak felt like he was slowly starting to get choked. “Hel and Odin, are you going to come with me or not?”
Opie stood up smoothly and eyed his father. “Nooo…” He crooned. “No I’m not…but tell you what dad…” He reached through the bars and brushed at some dust on his coat. “Call Farris over for a drink…maybe tell him everything that we both know…about you…and see how the great lard of justice takes it.”
Malak’s fist hit the bars in an attempt to strike Opie, and the lanky man backed away with a chuckle, but there was a hurt in his eyes. Malak jerked on the door, but it was locked. “Just because you’ve chosen to rot away in a cell doesn’t mean you can lash out at your brother! On my life I could never figure out what was wrong with you.”
“Oh you know exactly what’s wrong with me. You’ve figured it all dad…” Opie risked a smile. “And so do I…Moms with her family, hasn’t seen or heard of Rhenco since we got away…I’m here, set for life. Farris has his special job, and you even got yourself a spot in the rebellion itself. Life just turned out grand…” He paced away as he put his hands behind his back, before he paused. “Unless…of course…well…you still are what you are dad.”
Malak’s face tightened, and he shoved himself away to leave. “Waste of time…”
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Malak
Category:Opie