[ Lyney didn't talk to Wriothesley about anything further. No talks of Father. Of Lynette. Of what past Lyney's tried to keep moving on from. It was pleasant enough, but he guarded himself out of shame for how vulnerable and small he felt in Wriothesley's office.
Doubting Father... thinking of taking Lynette away from Fontaine – who was he? Why did he let that Duke plant seeds that will never grow? They shouldn't.
He works his usual shifts, stuck on maintenance until his left hand bruises at the knuckles. He's not keen on speaking with that nurse, so he abandons going there in favor of that damn boxing ring. Archon's know there's enough bandages there for brutes wanting to punch into things. Lyney's ignoring the more bulky guys waiting to get their hits in, focusing on going to the supply bin in the corner. Cheers from the ring, curses and awes all the same – it was like a show. With his bandages dangling at his fingers, he's on his tip-toes to see the commotion.
all it took was a hook and you lured me in [PART FIVE]
Doubting Father... thinking of taking Lynette away from Fontaine – who was he? Why did he let that Duke plant seeds that will never grow? They shouldn't.
He works his usual shifts, stuck on maintenance until his left hand bruises at the knuckles. He's not keen on speaking with that nurse, so he abandons going there in favor of that damn boxing ring. Archon's know there's enough bandages there for brutes wanting to punch into things. Lyney's ignoring the more bulky guys waiting to get their hits in, focusing on going to the supply bin in the corner. Cheers from the ring, curses and awes all the same – it was like a show. With his bandages dangling at his fingers, he's on his tip-toes to see the commotion.
...And then, of course, he sees it.
That damn Duke. ]