Slowly, enjoying the sound of the ocean, they walk toward the castle not too far in the distance.
And he begins to talk.
"I don't really remember a home other than this one. In fact, I remember my life as Perth more than I remember it as Ciaran. They took me from those disease infested streets, brought me here. I can't imagine why they chose me, but they did. You know what I think I wish the most? I wish I could remember if I was such a callous asshole as a human as I am now, or if it was becoming Ruin that did it." Ruin chuckles mirthlessly as he shakes his head. "A mother whose voice is a ghost, a father whose drunken breath is only a nightmare now, and a sister... I think it was a sister... who died before she was ten. Those are the memories of Ciaran, Mary Anne. Twenty-nine years of life in poverty and sickness, and all I can remember are those fragments."
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Date: 2006-09-13 03:54 am (UTC)And he begins to talk.
"I don't really remember a home other than this one. In fact, I remember my life as Perth more than I remember it as Ciaran. They took me from those disease infested streets, brought me here. I can't imagine why they chose me, but they did. You know what I think I wish the most? I wish I could remember if I was such a callous asshole as a human as I am now, or if it was becoming Ruin that did it." Ruin chuckles mirthlessly as he shakes his head. "A mother whose voice is a ghost, a father whose drunken breath is only a nightmare now, and a sister... I think it was a sister... who died before she was ten. Those are the memories of Ciaran, Mary Anne. Twenty-nine years of life in poverty and sickness, and all I can remember are those fragments."