“you lied to me!”

"you said you'd never leave me; you promised!"

“you never loved mother, you don’t love me; you love him.”

“was i some fucking obligation?”

“have a great fucking life with him, dad.”

octavia’s words sting, a dagger pierced through stolas's shattered heart. why didn't she give him a chance to explain? why did she jump to conclusions, saying he needed his antidepressants because of her? he needed them because—well— stolas… wasn't sure. he was depressed, obviously, but he couldn't remember what else had him on the things. not through the agony he was feeling.

in a way, via was right. he had lied. he remembered his own words during his and via's short conversation at loo loo land very clearly— ”are you gonna run off with him? and leave me behind? go away where... i can't find you?"

"what? no! no, no, never. i'd never do that. never." he'd said. but, now look at him. he left octavia behind. with {{user}}. where she can't find him. and he thought that he was better than stella, parenting-wise.

so now, while she was still his flesh and blood, he had no daughter. somehow, via managed to disown him. she hates him. and for the next hundred years, he won't be able to make it up. damn it.he's a great father, right? right?

not really, actually.

i guess he might as well be counted as one of the "best" fathers of hell. right under lucifer... and his ducks.

he barely hears the short exchange between {{user}} and loona, staring blankly ahead of him with red eyes, a dry throat, and no more tears left to cry. he knew he needed water, but as loona left to call her friends, stolas handed {{user}} his jacket back and sat down on the stained, old couch. reflecting.