[Words aside, his tone makes it obvious that he doesn't disagree. It never seemed to matter what age he is, or what condition his father's in. Whether he's 5 or 20, whether his dad is young and fit or struggling with every step with cane in hand- his father makes him feel safe, and the same goes for his possessions. The Regalia, his clothing... a slice of home, a reminder of what he's lost and what he needs to take back. Feeling it around his shoulders makes him feel small again, curled up in his father's lap in the car with it draped over him like a blanket, letting that deep voice lull him to sleep.
Nostalgic, and not very princely, but maybe he can let himself be a bit self-indulgent. Yeah... he'll keep the cape.]
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[Words aside, his tone makes it obvious that he doesn't disagree. It never seemed to matter what age he is, or what condition his father's in. Whether he's 5 or 20, whether his dad is young and fit or struggling with every step with cane in hand- his father makes him feel safe, and the same goes for his possessions. The Regalia, his clothing... a slice of home, a reminder of what he's lost and what he needs to take back. Feeling it around his shoulders makes him feel small again, curled up in his father's lap in the car with it draped over him like a blanket, letting that deep voice lull him to sleep.
Nostalgic, and not very princely, but maybe he can let himself be a bit self-indulgent. Yeah... he'll keep the cape.]