etraya | un: @cid text; with a photo

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[There’s just an image at first, without preamble or explanation. ]

Anyone know who this fucking kid is?

You tamed me? I recall impressing you instead.

Bit hard to compare a willing man to surly boy.

Is that how you remember it? Perhaps you have taken too many blows to the skull. Or not near enough.

It’s gonna be hard to remedy that. Try to fix it and you just might make it worse.

Are you naming yourself a lost cause?

Maybe, if the only tool in your kit is a hammer.

A softer hand is what you desire, then. Think yourself worthy of it?

You’re not a man to waste your time.

Then prove you are not a waste of it.

Stop coquetting with each other while talking about me.

[Can you just let him live??? ]

You need not read that which pertains not to you.

Need to? No. But I am anyway.

Then you have naught but yourself to blame.

Gross.

Indeed. Run along now, boy.

Don't tell me what to do, old man.

[Unlike Cid, Barnabas knows when to engage and when to disengage. So, he allows Damian to have the last word, as a mercy.]