The words are soft though. Because Inigo isn't too sure who ought to be proud of him. His own mother in the future, already dead for years and years, already gone? His mother in the past, or rather, a woman who isn't his mother to begin with, who will have her own Inigo to care for?
As always, he feels trapped between both ideas, belonging with neither.
Inigo closes his eyes.
"Not that it really matters. I mean.. I'm stuck here, while everyone back home is busy hopefully saving the world." He isn't doing all that much to help anymore.
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The words are soft though. Because Inigo isn't too sure who ought to be proud of him. His own mother in the future, already dead for years and years, already gone? His mother in the past, or rather, a woman who isn't his mother to begin with, who will have her own Inigo to care for?
As always, he feels trapped between both ideas, belonging with neither.
Inigo closes his eyes.
"Not that it really matters. I mean.. I'm stuck here, while everyone back home is busy hopefully saving the world." He isn't doing all that much to help anymore.