bo
he/him
thirty-one
august 12th
rustboro
bisexual
farmer?
retired ranger captain
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POSTED ON Sept 10, 2022 15:41:51 GMT
how did he agree with gavin without saying ‘i should’ve known not to trust any of you’?
despite his mistakes, family had meant the most to bo. as the oldest of brothers, he’d been told it was his job to be there. to protect, and to support. when his dad had told him, of rocket, ‘this is your family now’, he had taken it to heart.
for two years, he’d given himself to them. when he’d left to finally tend to more of his own that he’d failed, he had taken for granted that his new brothers and sisters would understand.
then, naivety had turned into complacent denial as he’d aged into his position. he was climbing the league’s ladder now. the agreement for peace had been made when he was still a nobody. many things had changed. some people had never liked him, anyways.
”yeah, well…” he took a tired breath, and then pushed himself up on the weight of his good leg with a grimace. he had eyes like a wounded dog, pissed off but knowing than to bare teeth. ”learned my lesson, i guess.”
he’d had faith in his barbaracle, honestly. been moments from reaching for the other one, and he would’ve made it out. that’s what he told himself—and he wasn’t wrong. he’d be thankful, but he wouldn’t feel indebted to any of these people anymore.
”so i'm free to go?”
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