Carlisle stops, trying to think of how to phrase his answer. He initially went for immediate honesty, comfortable sharing such information with Qubit; however, there is a part of him who prefers to never even consider what his father may have thought, no matter how said thoughts utterly shaped him from a young age, haunting him even now. His father has been dead for nearly a hundred years at this point; perhaps, he considers, it would be best if he talked about him - about Kevin Longinmouth.
He pauses in the long hall, idly looking over one of the paintings. It depicts three individuals fighting a two-headed, serpentine beast, every one of them a more intimidating figure than Carlisle could ever hope to be.
"He thought me unfit to carry our legacy," he replies, his tone even, matter-of-fact, emotionally distant. "Perhaps, before the incident, he believed I could be shaped into someone worthy of such a task. When I failed my Hunt, he had no reason to delude himself any longer."
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Carlisle stops, trying to think of how to phrase his answer. He initially went for immediate honesty, comfortable sharing such information with Qubit; however, there is a part of him who prefers to never even consider what his father may have thought, no matter how said thoughts utterly shaped him from a young age, haunting him even now. His father has been dead for nearly a hundred years at this point; perhaps, he considers, it would be best if he talked about him - about Kevin Longinmouth.
He pauses in the long hall, idly looking over one of the paintings. It depicts three individuals fighting a two-headed, serpentine beast, every one of them a more intimidating figure than Carlisle could ever hope to be.
"He thought me unfit to carry our legacy," he replies, his tone even, matter-of-fact, emotionally distant. "Perhaps, before the incident, he believed I could be shaped into someone worthy of such a task. When I failed my Hunt, he had no reason to delude himself any longer."