Northstar Vale Misó

I love you, too.

Antigone’s voice was flat. He was not certain that he understood love. The boy wasn’t even sure if he had felt the pull of it or if it had all been anger. Gazing at the hurt in his mother’s eyes, he wondered if it was not the latter. She would never know the satisfaction that had coiled like a python in her son’s belly, just after he had sliced his father’s nose open.

Anger was the part of Antigone that loved him the most. And it had made him aware that it was time to leave.

The boy stepped to his mother and offered a kiss on her cheek. His eyes did not meet her face when he pulled back. The hurt there would be too much for him and he wished to hold his head high. This choice had to be made for the better of everyone. Antigone was only healing what had been harmed. The thought carried him out of Epoch and into the wild.