[Keith feels conflicted. It's not about anything that Damian says, but because he knows that his life turned out okay. His father was a true hero who died trying to do good in the world. There was a time when he childishly resented his father for not trying to live to be there for him, but it was a child's resentment and nothing more. Before long, he came to know how important it was that his dad did what he did—and how it was more important than him.
(A message skewed by the mind of a child, only in a slightly different way.)
Meeting his mother had been a stroke of luck. She's strong. Loving. And he can't resent her for leaving him, for going on her mission. He just can't. They both had who they are and who they were to the universe, and Keith is no different. He really is their son.
His body language betrays his awkwardness, hands moving from being stuffed into his pockets to crossing over his chests. The poof of his coat makes it harder to cross fluidly. That sucks.]
I'm sorry. I don't know what to say other than that.
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(A message skewed by the mind of a child, only in a slightly different way.)
Meeting his mother had been a stroke of luck. She's strong. Loving. And he can't resent her for leaving him, for going on her mission. He just can't. They both had who they are and who they were to the universe, and Keith is no different. He really is their son.
His body language betrays his awkwardness, hands moving from being stuffed into his pockets to crossing over his chests. The poof of his coat makes it harder to cross fluidly. That sucks.]
I'm sorry. I don't know what to say other than that.