The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

"Not a lot, on paper. Have money. Nobody will stop me. But... they have this way of talking and acting and.. it's like there's a whole secret language and I don't speak it."

[NPCs]

"Well... what about your sister? You said she speaks the lingo, can she... translate for ya?"

[Carver Amell]

"She can have the whole thing," he sighs. "But I don't think Aveline will take that."

[NPCs]

"Then she- and her bosses- will just have to deal," Roland says bluntly. "If they want a Light, they have to deal with your demands. They're the ones that opened up this talk."

[Carver Amell]

"You won't let her take me?" he asks, in a small voice. "She said she won't use force, but.."

[NPCs]

"But you're worried about other ways?" Roland asks gently.

[Merrill]

From behind him, Carver can hear a soft, almost feral growl and feel arms tighten even more around him. On the floor in front of the bed, Hunter's ears perk forward and he lets out a supportive, answering growl. Evidently the young man has at least two people firmly, even violently, on his side.

[Carver Amell]

"I don't k-know if I can t-trust her," he whispers.

[NPCs]

"No reason why you should yet. Just met her right?" Roland shrugs. "But you can trust Dau and Raplin- He gave you His protection. I've seen Dau set a dragon on her ass, this Vallen isn't gonna force you to do anything. For the other kinds of approaches... well, you got your sister, your girl there, your mabari and me. I think we got your gates covered."

[Carver Amell]

Carver hesitates, swallowing hard. "I... Beth wouldn't ever let anything happen to me. Merrill neither. And... and I think... I think you wouldn't either," he adds, slowly, as if startled to realize he believes it.

[NPCs]

Roland smiles sadly. "Never had any kids of my own. Mal was my student, my apprentice. His own dad died when he was young and... kind of spilled into an uncle sort of role. With your father.... gone, well. Just seems right to step up."

[Carver Amell]

Carver takes a deep breath, lets it out. "There's... There's something w-wrong with me. I'm.. not right. Never have been. On top of being a boy, I'm... melancholy."

[NPCs]

"Everyone has their demons," Roland says quietly. "No healer to say if that sort of thing has a fix or cure. Seen enough people with issues that just never get done off. Just have to learn how to live with it. Seen people live with drinking problems, with gambling problems, with crippling fears of thunder or spiders. See people lost in mourning too. Not the same maybe, but..." He shrugs a little, scratching his chin again. 

[Carver Amell]

"Live... with it..." he murmurs slowly. "Is this... something that I can... I could just... ride it out? M-maybe I won't... maybe it won't be so bad, now that I'm changed?"

[NPCs]

"Well... that sort of thing works for chronic illness," Roland muses slowly. "Like... got a friend, she gets terrible, terrible headaches during the spring, when everything is growing. Lays her up every year for a couple of weeks. So she's learned to stay at home, keep the windows closed, wear a fabric strip over her face and work on her knitting, sewing and other such things during that time. Makes sure to have plenty of easy to make food on hand, arranges for someone to check on her..."