she was more than positive kavos despised her, for the fact, she trembled in his presence. the boy was as of his father more so than the others, a fact she had come to fear. kierkegaard truly haunted her in the face of the eldest son, and yet, she could not avoid his presence as he slept in the den she did each night. there was simply no ignoring the child, no matter how much she wished he would forget about her existence and move on to grander, fairer things than surviving by her side. kavos's interaction, when at all, was not by choice, she knew. truly. she did not know how to feel about it. 

"k-kavos," strained voice called out to the child, as inviting as she could muster. it was not by choice that the woman found herself at times resenting the children as a whole, she could not help it. truly, she did not want to. she did not want to feel the way she did, and she could not cure it. her feelings were simply, not her own, she concluded and as morally weak as she was, she was unable to do anything about it. for now, she could only attempt. no matter that things would never be right again. 

the woman recoiled as the boy's stone cold gaze rested upon her; and it she felt nothing but the emotional rejection that came with it. however, it was not unwarranted, and she knew so. perhaps, she should not have let it slide; the unsuperiority to even her own children was something no right parent would ever tolerate and yet, she held no sign of ever rising above what kavos deemed of her, so disgusting and pitiful. she would receive no mercy from him, she knew, and rightfully so. the woman was weak, submitting to the foul affections of children rather than to put them in their place. it was something she had shoved to the back of her mind long ago. long ago, she would have been different; a true mother, unlike the irreversible thing she had become. they would never get to see, see how she had been prior to the abandonment of those she had eternally pledged herself to. they would never know how lively she had once been, the caretaker, the mother. and still, she sat in unsaid submission to her eldest child. 

"oh," the woman was unsure of what to say at this point, how to approach someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with her. "d-do you need anything?" she offered, like a servant to a master, even though she was supposed to be the mother. "y-your friend..." she woman trailed off, face falling as she knew there was truly nothing she could say. there was silence after that as she waited his response; anything to get rid of the glare that she knew, came from the savage ghost himself.

there was nothing she could ever do to reach out to the child when her efforts went un-cared for. shrinking back only to observe the child from inside the depths of the den, she could not break away her eyes from the hateful boy; a mere image of the hate she had harbored all along the pregnancy. yet, she did not feel anything but the sinking feeling of her own sins, the revelation that it was by her own hand that she had caused such ill will. the boy's signals did not go un-noticed to her, however, she found the tiniest bit of solitude that he did not have the vocabulary to create the three words she knew she would ear in the coming weeks in display of his resentment of her. the woman but whispered a hushed apology, excusing her actions to bother the child as she simply waited for further indication he would either get up and leave or sleep. their situation was one big loss, something that could have been so strong but by actions she could never take back, was not. she remained silent. 

her face fell further as the boy merely sighed an exasperated sigh, thoroughly uninterested in the effort she was attempting to make. no matter; the woman had fallen silent moments before his indication for her to halt any speech. seconds, minutes, passed before her optics swiveled slightly to rest upon his form before darting away again. a hate hung in the air, silencing the very situation beyond simply 'awkward'. this was pure insolence, ignorance to the point of alienation. the small woman, no matter how broken, would not spend another minute attempting to make ends with her son, kavos. she had just barely mustered the courage to drag herself through all that had happened, she would not sit in silence to entertain a boy who knew nothing of her before him. 

she picked herself from the ground, and left.