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He was a quiet one. He never cried out, never wished for more than he was given, only watched you with those wide gold eyes of his as if he saw more than he should. I often wondered if he saw my rotten core as his father did. I was never allowed to see the boy for that reason, but he would always find his way to me. He took my hand, once, after I had roared at his father in private. I was a raging bull, but still he walked with me, until I wondered why I had been angry at all. For him, I wish I was not as I am.
The first thing I remember of my uncle from my childhood years is that he took no pleasure in being home. He’d rush through the estate as though it burned him each second he stayed, and then he’d be gone. My father hates him, but the few times I’ve spoken to him he’s always been kind. You’d think a man of his accomplishments would be happier, don’t you? Or at least... Less angry. I can’t imagine wishing for war. I hope peace is, some day, less caustic to him.
I have little to say of the doctor, only that he watches me like I killed someone he loved. Could be true, I’ve killed many in my time. It weighs heavy on my shoulders, and I cannot meet his gaze, wondering if I’ll recognize those eyes.
Hardly seen him despite my time workin’ at the LeClerq estate. But I heard of him. Seen the aftermath of his rage. I seen him doin’ good, too, but don’t put me alone in a room with him. Think I might give him a taste of his own medicine.