[He was glad, for once, that Leviathan incarnate's envy green eyes were unable to dissect, nor pierce his Holy flesh with their penetrating serpent's gaze—concealed as they were beneath the shade of tight linen bandages and gauze—for they would have speared his great heart; Unmasked his shame and hurt more easily than tearing apart parchment; Ridiculed him.
Maxwell was the only one who could ever strip him of the only thing that had ever made him feel human.
In the days when he tried so hard to reach out to the boy who'd relied so heavily on his own abandonment to fuel his own anger the Priest had extended kindness ceaselessly no matter how many times he'd suffered through the child's scornfully derisive behavior, or contemptuous looks. Regardless of how much resentment had filled that little body, Father Anderson had taken it upon himself to instill God's work into the boy...With less than satisfactory results. Maxwell was not well-received....And Maxwell hated him for it, he knew, and he'd felt personally responsible. Now was no less difficult, only current circumstances perpetuated this loop of shame and hatred they'd fallen into, especially after he'd offered the hardest grain of truth to his leader. Ever since then...The two had found it difficult to share the same living space, let alone be in the same room as each other.]
Pleas'. At least woul' ye listen tae mae fer once? Joos' fer once.
[His warm hand found Enrico's own listless ones, forming a protective seal around them.]
Coul' ah ever make et righ' again....'Rico, pleas'. Ah want tae earn yer forgiveness, but ye're nae makin' et easieh. Ah dinna...Ah did nae want tae hurt ye, ye ken. Boot ah had tae end et. Ye lost sight o' the thin's thaet mattered, ahn abused yer position, leadin' all yer men tae be slaughtered. Ye were blinded by yer own ambitions.
But ah...Ah hated thaet ah had tae...Ah hated having tae take thaet frem ye. Th' corruption would've taken yer soul, ahn ah wouldn' allow thaet....A-ah tried sae hard tae raise ye th' best ah could....But ye.....Ne'er....Ne'er....Coul' let it go, 'Rico....
[Oh, Lord. Please....Give me strength. His voice was thick, heavy with the subject but he knew that if he didn't say it now he'd never get the chance to.]
Ah jus' wanted tae give ye th' love ye rightlieh deserved, ye selfish bastard, sae help mae God...Sae thaet's why...Ah ne'er gave oop on ye. Ahn nae en ae thousand life times after...Will ah e'er lay a finger on ye like ah had tae thin. Apart o' mae soul died wit' ye...
Ye want tae ken whit happened en Midian thaet dey, Enrico Maxwell? Ah'll tell ye. Ah was preparin' tae use th' Nail...Ah wanted tae destroy thaet devil once ahn fer all. Ah...Wanted tae make Midian th' battle ground ah'd die en...En exchange fer yer salvation, ahn fer th' sake o' Mankind. Boot ah ne'er goot thaet chance!
[He hadn't wanted to burden the frail man with his own responsibilities but it was time he learned what Anderson's -true- intents had been.]
Ah luv'd ye thin like ah luv' ye noo, e'en ef ye canna understand thaet. Sae thaet's why...Ah have tae be th' one tae break ye, ahn build ye oop agaen.
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Date: 2010-06-15 07:19 am (UTC)Maxwell was the only one who could ever strip him of the only thing that had ever made him feel human.
In the days when he tried so hard to reach out to the boy who'd relied so heavily on his own abandonment to fuel his own anger the Priest had extended kindness ceaselessly no matter how many times he'd suffered through the child's scornfully derisive behavior, or contemptuous looks. Regardless of how much resentment had filled that little body, Father Anderson had taken it upon himself to instill God's work into the boy...With less than satisfactory results. Maxwell was not well-received....And Maxwell hated him for it, he knew, and he'd felt personally responsible. Now was no less difficult, only current circumstances perpetuated this loop of shame and hatred they'd fallen into, especially after he'd offered the hardest grain of truth to his leader. Ever since then...The two had found it difficult to share the same living space, let alone be in the same room as each other.]
Pleas'. At least woul' ye listen tae mae fer once? Joos' fer once.
[His warm hand found Enrico's own listless ones, forming a protective seal around them.]
Coul' ah ever make et righ' again....'Rico, pleas'. Ah want tae earn yer forgiveness, but ye're nae makin' et easieh. Ah dinna...Ah did nae want tae hurt ye, ye ken. Boot ah had tae end et. Ye lost sight o' the thin's thaet mattered, ahn abused yer position, leadin' all yer men tae be slaughtered. Ye were blinded by yer own ambitions.
But ah...Ah hated thaet ah had tae...Ah hated having tae take thaet frem ye. Th' corruption would've taken yer soul, ahn ah wouldn' allow thaet....A-ah tried sae hard tae raise ye th' best ah could....But ye.....Ne'er....Ne'er....Coul' let it go, 'Rico....
[Oh, Lord. Please....Give me strength. His voice was thick, heavy with the subject but he knew that if he didn't say it now he'd never get the chance to.]
Ah jus' wanted tae give ye th' love ye rightlieh deserved, ye selfish bastard, sae help mae God...Sae thaet's why...Ah ne'er gave oop on ye. Ahn nae en ae thousand life times after...Will ah e'er lay a finger on ye like ah had tae thin. Apart o' mae soul died wit' ye...
Ye want tae ken whit happened en Midian thaet dey, Enrico Maxwell? Ah'll tell ye. Ah was preparin' tae use th' Nail...Ah wanted tae destroy thaet devil once ahn fer all. Ah...Wanted tae make Midian th' battle ground ah'd die en...En exchange fer yer salvation, ahn fer th' sake o' Mankind. Boot ah ne'er goot thaet chance!
[He hadn't wanted to burden the frail man with his own responsibilities but it was time he learned what Anderson's -true- intents had been.]
Ah luv'd ye thin like ah luv' ye noo, e'en ef ye canna understand thaet. Sae thaet's why...Ah have tae be th' one tae break ye, ahn build ye oop agaen.