Are you sure this is where you want to be {Cazaril}

[Cazaril]

"Just apologise, talk to her, make sure she's okay, inquire and don't....force yourself around her. Just...treat her kindly, and slowly, let time lessen what's happened. Perhaps then she might even come to you?"

It was only a suggestion, it was not a clear cut example. He shrugs a little, and finishes his drink, wincing a little at the bitter tone.

Morgana was a touchy subject for them both, he knew. He ran a hand over his beard, to wipe it clean, and to consider his next words, as carefully as he could. He hoped Mordred appreciated, maybe not now, but in the future, how hard this whole conversation even was.

"Peace for your mother, is not the same thing you and I would describe as peace." He sighed, trying to know how to best say what he was trying to get across. That in fact, he was perhaps, not as much like Morgana as he was lead to believe growing up. Not completely. "I'm not so sure she has really ever felt love, the way you have...I've very rarely known your mother to care enough to ask for help. From anyone."

And his smile was so very sad. "That's why I know, you're going to be okay, Mordred. It's just time. Patience and time, and a silly old dad who's here to listen. Whenever you need him."

[Mordred Le Fey]

His father's advice made sense, as loathed as part of Mordred was to admit. Although he highly doubted Meredith was going to come to him. No, he needed to do the work. He hoped it wouldn't all be for nothing.

Mordred shook his head at his father's words about his mother. "I don't know how you've stayed all this time." He said quietly, looking at his father. Mordred wouldn't have stayed, not with someone so cold, so unresponsive, so uncaring. Why put yourself through so much pain?

He gave his father a small smile in return, before downing the rest of his ale and checking his watch. "I should get back to school. My housemate doesn't know I've left, she might worry." Especially since she's waiting for me to try and hurt myself again...

Standing up, he offered his father his hand to shake. "Thank you, Dad. I... I don't know if this helped, but it was good to spend some time with someone who isn't after my blood or on Mordred Watch." He gave him another small smile. He was grateful to his father - he didn't fully understand him, he knew this time wouldn't fix 21 years of a broken relationship, but maybe it was a start.

[Cazaril]

"I have my reasons, Mordred. Maybe it'll be easier to see all of those one day."

Mordred seemed to have regained some of his own sense of self, and Cazaril, who had very little self worth, felt a little pride. He'll pick himself off, brush off the dust, he'll get there. Time and Patience. That's all it needed. Mordred will put this behind him soon enough, just with some pacing.

Cazaril took Mordred's hand, standing also, rolling his eyes at 'Mordred Watch', before stepping with him out of the door of the pub.

"Take care of yourself, son, I'm always a letter or portal ride away...please don't hesitate, you know I'd do anything to take care of you and Leela."

Anything. He'd have died for a total stranger before now, his son and his daughter? Wasn't even a choice.

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