[ The slump of Rezo's shoulders reads like an admission of defeat.
It's so hard to fathom that his grandfather is invested in his well-being. It doesn't feel real. Before he can convince himself not to, Zelgadis asks the question that's been weighing on his mind.
This is neither the time nor place, but he can't help himself. Like a scab he can't leave alone. ]
Why do you care what happens to me?
[ 'It's not like you', he would say, but the reality is that he doesn't know what is or isn't 'like' Rezo.
He thought he knew him, once: a kind and selfless sage. And then he thought again that he knew him: a selfish, obsessive bastard of a man.
There's truth in both of these impressions, but it doesn't paint any clearer a picture.
After all that's happened, who is Rezo now? Who -- what -- is Zelgadis to him? Family? A test subject? Something useful to have around?
no subject
It's so hard to fathom that his grandfather is invested in his well-being. It doesn't feel real. Before he can convince himself not to, Zelgadis asks the question that's been weighing on his mind.
This is neither the time nor place, but he can't help himself. Like a scab he can't leave alone. ]
Why do you care what happens to me?
[ 'It's not like you', he would say, but the reality is that he doesn't know what is or isn't 'like' Rezo.
He thought he knew him, once: a kind and selfless sage. And then he thought again that he knew him: a selfish, obsessive bastard of a man.
There's truth in both of these impressions, but it doesn't paint any clearer a picture.
After all that's happened, who is Rezo now? Who -- what -- is Zelgadis to him? Family? A test subject? Something useful to have around?
He deserves to know, deserves to understand. ]