It’s hard for him to understand everything roiling through his young mind in the moment, much less contain it. He couldn’t hope to put words to the restless fury and unacknowledged grief, nor the pang of betrayal he might never understand. It boils over, a wild backlash at the two women who had the misfortune to be there with him in the moment.
Though it does little more than allow his breath to steady, he finds himself standing taller as his blue eyes snap in the confines of his childish features. “LIAR!” he shrieks almost before her claim that she had waited has even left her lips. Though he’d never quite understood why, one of the first tasks he had set himself upon gaining some control of his sight had been to keep watch over his stone mother.
It takes everything in him not to leap forward as he shoves the evidence of her lie forth with little finesse.
As luck would have it however, he has no time to continue any tirade he might be planning. Instead his attention is drawn as the statue begins to slowly crumble, a lick of flame curling on brittle stone edges as it falls into ash.
It takes a moment for the horror to dawn, but when it does, he is rooted futilely in place. His jaw works even as a swell of confused emotion rises like a tide in his chest. It’s all he can do to manage a strangled “What did you do?” before his limbs seem to unlock, allowing him to rush forward heedless of the carnivorous garden.
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@[lilliana]