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∞ 30: A foolish child | record unhackable after the fact

[There's a little redheaded boy, about eight years old, standing outside house #42. He's loosely holding his journal as he looks around Luceti with wide, wide eyes. He also looks on edge.]

This isn't ... Gregminster...

Mother...? Father...?

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An inevitability, I suppose; even I didn't think we'd clash so soon. But that's the way of it, mister future strategist for bishop Sasarai and the Holy Harmonian army.

I'm sure you're impressed.

...Future strategist for...

I see. So we're fighting each other.

Are you surprised?

I must have thick skin, to deal with someone like you.

...No. Not really. Disappointed.

Thick, sure, and cold as ice.

Well, I was surprised.

...How old are you? Sixteen? That would make me ... 24, to you? I guess that makes sense.

Anyone can be your next enemy, no matter what the battlefield is. Being family doesn't ... change anything.

Fifteen, to be precise.

A temporary thing, really. We may very well be colleagues in the next war, assuming we survive this one.

Twenty-four and the strategist to Bishop Sasarai... Wow.

Exactly. Though why you would in a place to stand against Harmonia ... I don't understand.

A disagreement with policy, I suppose. I serve Hugo of Karaya, the Flame Champion of the Grasslands and leader of the Fire Bringer.

...I guess so.

Policy. How typical. [He doesn't know much about the Grasslands yet. Hrm.]

I'm not interested in watching Hikusaak gather the true runes, with no regard to the sovereignty of other people.

Am I supposed to be happy about leaving home?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You will, soon enough, I suppose.

Not really. I want to stay at home. Father said it's tradition to go, though. To Soledt.

W-- what are you talking about...?

[ooc: Poor Caesar. Finding out your brother wasn't programmed from birth to be the perfect Silverberg is a little hard on the brain, isn't it?]

...You're not making much sense. Caesar.

[ooc: Remember how, long ago, Albert mentioned that the war in Dunan was involved in his hardships through childhood? Ohoho.]

"As I am now"... Then when? When I'm older?

...It's more important now. Now that there's another child in the family. I need to be a good role model. Need to take my studies more seriously. Not that I wasn't. Grandfather is ... also adding pressure.

I guess I wasn't any good.

That's what I meant, but ... no, no, you're right. You need to know.

All those years ... runes, Al, you did what you could, but I didn't understand. Couldn't understand, maybe.

I just thought you hated me.

[ooc: Consider it retribution for picking on a kid. BWAHAHA.]

Apparently. Apparently it's important enough you're throwing this in my face. It's ... disappointing. What you've become.

[There's a certain steel in his voice now. He's not just some snippy noble's brat. He's the grandson of the Leon Silverberg.]

My little brother... Of course not. How would you know? Why would you know? Why would you want to know? Be a kid. Have your fun. Enjoy what you have.

I do hate you. You're taking away my childhood.

Edited 2008-08-13 02:36 (UTC)

Heh, I guess I was foolish to think there was a human being at the core of you. I suppose that's one of several things you share with your older self.

[Oooh, that he recognizes. And he'll respond instinctively with cool disdain, though it might sound rather forced.]

Oh, you think it was that easy, do you? This is my fault? I didn't ask to be born, much less to that dysfunctional mess we call a family. Are you jealous of the "childhood" I had? Hours and hours studying strategy, going through the same motions, constantly living in the shadow of the perfect brother I could never live up to?

Life as a back-up plan, Al, that's all it was. My only reprieve was the fact that they had what they wanted in you. You had a choice -- don't you dare blame me for it.

[ooc: Hey, it's a long time coming. These two can -- probably -- get along better now that Albert can't hide behind vague childhood remarks.]

Apparently, for all the growing up I do, it's not enough. Look at you, sniping at kids for fun. You're ... so stupid.

What are you talking about?! What choice do I have? Turn away? Run away and become Mathiu? What kind of choice is that?

Then I'd be throwing you out there in my place.

Martyrdom has never suited a Silverberg, Al. Certainly not you, of all people.

At least it would have been your choice, dammit.

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