“The children?”
Raven asks, a little confused.
“I don't know what
else to call them,” the cripple says. “What name does one give
to the rebellious parts of oneself?”
“But they're not
actually your children,” Raven says, still a little lost.
“No, of course not,”
the bent man replies, “And yet, they are all a part of me. They
feel like they still belong to me, even if they have developed
personalities that....seem to disagree with me.”
“Disagree?” Raven
ponders, “That's putting it mildly.”
“Is it?” his
companion asks, “Is it really. And yet, in so many ways, they are
right.”
The twisted figure
coughs again, long convulsing hacks that shake its' entire bent body.
This continues for several moments, before grinding to a halt, the
fellow bending forward to spit.
