The red male shivered, his body desperately trying to kick the infection out. Redd had not felt this frail, ever. He felt pitiful. He could only reflect on what his life had been up to this point, since he lacked the energy to move, let alone, his rotting wounds felt much worse than normal wounds. The lad could not explain the pain in any comprehensible words, only with groans and whines whenever he tried to move. For the first few weeks, he was able to manage, silencing the pain, but his health had rapidly declined after he accepted the suffering. Redd was not the type to give up, given all the things he went through during his life and persevering, but he, as much as he did not want to accept it, could not keep fighting. But he also was not ready to meet once again with his father who he had brutally murdered during the last war in the spirit world, either. But that’s all Redd could think of during the past few days. A concoction of emotions stirred within him – guilt for his actions, despair as he could only watch himself wither away, fear for what came after this, and many other feelings that were too complex to even describe. But there was a small glimmer of hope – hope that he’d see his father again, and that Alistair would forgive him. Redd felt tears begin to form at his starry eyes as he started to gasp for air. The lack of water had made his throat dry, and his breathing had only become more labored over the past few days. The tears flowed more as his airflow was cut off…no one was here for him. He hoped and prayed to whatever being handled the afterlife that his father would forgive him and accept him again. The lack of oxygen to his brain had done its toll, and as Redd, now as a spirit, looked at his dead corpse, only hoped it was not a child untraumatized by war that found him – that child did not need to be tormented for the rest of their life by the sight of death by asphyxiation. The galaxy painted male stayed close to his son, watching everything. Every moment passing felt like an eternity as he knew this would be the time he met his son again, the very one who made him this way. His star-streaked eyes waited patiently, hoping for once his presence was felt beside him as he knew his son was coming up on his last couple seconds on this earth as a living being. A soft sigh left his nares as he watched his son choke, a tear falling from his cheek. He lifted his head to look at Redd’s spirit, hoping to catch his gaze as a small smile curled his lips. Redd continued to stare at his now lifeless body. The feelings that ran through him now were heavy, but as much as he was disturbed, his gaze held strong on the fogged over eyes – his eyes. His father’s eyes. Redd only looked away for a second, just to see those eyes again, attached to an ethereal body much like his own, and a maw that…smiled. "Hi son," His father, Alistair. His words were soft, caring even. Redd had to look away, as he felt the sensation of tears beginning to well in his eyes. He did not know what to expect, and was once again overcome with the feelings of shame, regret, guilt, and so much more that he had only been dwelling on over his last living days. His father continued to speak, but Redd remained staring once again at his husk. "I... I'm so sorry I was never with you when we were alive. I was torn away from you when I was brought here, and I didn't know you were here until-" These words were followed by a chuckle, which caused Redd to meet his father’s gaze once more, noticing that now both of their eyes were wet, his own more than his father’s. The soft words caressed his ears. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I failed you. But I found you, and I haven't left your side since." This had caused Redd to break down, sobbing incomprehensible apologies as he moved forward to nuzzle into his father’s neck. Although they were both in spiritual forms, it felt so real. It seemed like the weight on his shoulders had dramatically lessened, as he let all of his grief, anger, sadness, and melancholy feelings towards his father flow out of him through his tears. He finally had the father he knew back. Actions & Words.
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