[ Choromatsu doesn't know what to make of the egg at first, not sure why his father would keep a broken egg shell with so many treasures... until it suddenly hits him. Hits him that it's their egg, and he's even more at a loss.
And then Poseidon goes on about... being princes... ruling with him? He can't remember hearing this from him before, did he just forget? Just gloss over it whenever it was brought up to him because it just never occurred to him that he'd be anything more than a son that just happened to have a god for a father? That his father would ever need someone to watch over the sea with him?
That he'd actually have responsibility? HAS responsibility now even?
He'd always thought so much about being independent, moving on from his family, leading his own life... but now that all seems frivolous. The path was already there for him.
...He's not really sure how he feels about that. It's like thinking you had many doors open to you to try and realizing they're all locked except for one. It leaves him speechless.
But... dad says he's proud of him. His father acknowledges how hard he's trying when literally no one else does.
Did he want a open future with independence? Or was this what he really wanted all along? Responsibility and acknowledgement all this time? Just when he starts to think it might be, his mind floats to thoughts of the surface... the world above... the way he loves the warmth of the sun and the ingenuity of humans...
A heavy knot forms in his stomach. He swallows. Hard. ]
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And then Poseidon goes on about... being princes... ruling with him? He can't remember hearing this from him before, did he just forget? Just gloss over it whenever it was brought up to him because it just never occurred to him that he'd be anything more than a son that just happened to have a god for a father? That his father would ever need someone to watch over the sea with him?
That he'd actually have responsibility? HAS responsibility now even?
He'd always thought so much about being independent, moving on from his family, leading his own life... but now that all seems frivolous. The path was already there for him.
...He's not really sure how he feels about that. It's like thinking you had many doors open to you to try and realizing they're all locked except for one. It leaves him speechless.
But... dad says he's proud of him. His father acknowledges how hard he's trying when literally no one else does.
Did he want a open future with independence? Or was this what he really wanted all along? Responsibility and acknowledgement all this time? Just when he starts to think it might be, his mind floats to thoughts of the surface... the world above... the way he loves the warmth of the sun and the ingenuity of humans...
A heavy knot forms in his stomach. He swallows. Hard. ]
D-Dad, I... I don't know...