Father and Son

"Father and Son" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
==Summary==
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==Full Text==
Malak watched his son with starry eyes as the man ran through a set of exercises in his cell. A warm smile, as he recalled fond memories, touched his lips. “Never a moments rest…you haven’t changed my boy.”
Farris paused mid push up before carefully turning around so he was sitting down, his face was serious. “Rhenco gave me that cursed liquid because I never ceased fighting him. He was unable to break me like he had done to others so he had to force me to submit. Despite everything father, I am ready to fight again. I will find him, and I will kill him once more.”
Malak’s smile dropped and he jolted slightly. “No-!” He barked, and then drew a breath. “No…he would just infect you again. You can’t risk that, not for yourself and not for other people.”
Farris clenched his fists. “I cannot just let him go. I swore I would bring justice and destroy evil wherever I went. There is no more evil thing than he…I’d rather die trying to kill him over letting him have a moments peace.
"Please boy see reason…” Malak implored. “We dont know how to beat him. Its personal, I know. But there is a world out there you have yet to see. A rebellion I believe you could find purpose in. Anything, all of it has potential…just not him…if you show yourself to him again…he’ll put you back. And then he’ll hurt people because of you.” Malak hated to point potential blame at his son, but he was desperate.
Farris worked his jaw. “If we got rid of his red card somehow…that would do it.”
“How do you figure?”
Farris held up a finger. “It started with me. And then one by one he had to give each of us red card to force us to be the way he wanted us to be. Dont you see father? He could not best our will. If we get rid of the red card somehow the strong of heart will rise against him and win.”
Malak felt his throat drying out again, and he coughed once. “Uh-of course. But you know him…something like that…it would be nearly impossible. And you’d do far more good simply seeking to help others rather than hunt Rhenco down.”
Farris was quiet in thought, and then spoke. “We…we would help more. All of us.”
Malak gripped one of his arms as Farris went one, unable to look his son in the eyes.
“How are mother and Opie?”
“Your mother and…brother…are on a mission for the Rebellion. To free slaves and prisoners from Central.”
Farris sneered. “That ghastly establishment still reins? Vile. Perhaps I will seek recruitment…one day…” he rubbed his chin. “So Opie and mother were cured first. I understand why they would hesitate with me, but why you?”
So his guilt is masking the obvious truth…I cant…help…but feel relief…oh my poor boy…my heart…
Malak swallowed once. “Well I did try to kill the chiefs son…red card or not…high caution was taken.”
Farris leaned back against his bed. “Father…I see that look in your eye… and its okay. All of this will be behind us soon. And we’ll all be a family again, a real one. Yes…I think I’ll have to go forth and find myself again…seek redemption. But no matter, things can return to how they once were. After all, we are innocent…as hard as it is to say.”
Malak forced himself to keep is eyes dry. “Of course boy…of course. Now…let’s get some rest. Perhaps you’ll be let out tomorrow.” He rolled over to his side, and heard Farris settle in as well.
“We, may be let out…good night father.”
The words had been said with a smile, and Malak covered his mouth as his back faced the man. His eyes shut tightly, and he couldnt prevent two quick tears from slipping down the bridge of his nose and cheek.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Farris
Category:Malak