10-23-2013, 10:39 AM
These days, the den father only has so much sympathy for those who are not his relatives or in his charge. All the same, he gives a faint wince, a tugging of his brows together.
"Maybe," he says, but there's doubt in that tone that isn't hard for someone like Sam to read. That Cindy wavers between catatonic and alert even on her best days, that whatever was done to her has turned some of her brain to mush, that some days she doesn't even remember she had a child -- and Hosea does not know quite what would happen if she got around Sam. Or Jake.
At best, nothing. Not even recognition.
At worst ...
well. She is Spiral kin.
"As well as can be expected," he says, and that's all. He doesn't resent the offer, but he doesn't seem inclined to open up any more.
"Maybe," he says, but there's doubt in that tone that isn't hard for someone like Sam to read. That Cindy wavers between catatonic and alert even on her best days, that whatever was done to her has turned some of her brain to mush, that some days she doesn't even remember she had a child -- and Hosea does not know quite what would happen if she got around Sam. Or Jake.
At best, nothing. Not even recognition.
At worst ...
well. She is Spiral kin.
"As well as can be expected," he says, and that's all. He doesn't resent the offer, but he doesn't seem inclined to open up any more.
my whole life is thunder.