[With a record like that, Zevlor could easily be convinced his boy is faster than more than half of Paris— and more than that particular half divided out further, where even the halest and fittest of the bunch would meet their match. He's seen the difference, after all. Tested so many Hellriders in the hopes that they'd be ready for a war that'd cull them if they weren't, and out of all the candidates that shuffled in and onwards only one or two at a time had the sort of merit you could clock with just a glance.
Something Fenris has in spades.]
I just.... [Proves halting when he starts, blinking as the wrinkles on his forehead stay high from earlier astonishment. Redoubling it now (or, to translate: shaking his horned head at the way Fenris is reeling it all back in towards composure faster than his own thoughts could hope to stop it).] I don't know.
[He blinks again, his eyes fixed elsewhere.]
I suppose I realized we don't talk as much as we ought to. [Isn't that the jist of it? Isn't that why he'd been so startled when Kanan admitted what he knew about their sons?] And that for a long time now I should have been asking how you were instead of assuming what you wanted. How you felt.
[His exhale's steady. Relaxes his chest enough to coax an upwards tilt by degrees at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't want his son to mimic him, after all; he wants him happy.]
You grew up fast.
[He says to the child there beside him in his memories. The little boy with glittering green eyes.
And then looks towards his teenage son. More careful than walking over ice when he asks the only question left.]
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Something Fenris has in spades.]
I just.... [Proves halting when he starts, blinking as the wrinkles on his forehead stay high from earlier astonishment. Redoubling it now (or, to translate: shaking his horned head at the way Fenris is reeling it all back in towards composure faster than his own thoughts could hope to stop it).] I don't know.
[He blinks again, his eyes fixed elsewhere.]
I suppose I realized we don't talk as much as we ought to. [Isn't that the jist of it? Isn't that why he'd been so startled when Kanan admitted what he knew about their sons?] And that for a long time now I should have been asking how you were instead of assuming what you wanted. How you felt.
[His exhale's steady. Relaxes his chest enough to coax an upwards tilt by degrees at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't want his son to mimic him, after all; he wants him happy.]
You grew up fast.
[He says to the child there beside him in his memories. The little boy with glittering green eyes.
And then looks towards his teenage son. More careful than walking over ice when he asks the only question left.]