<b>RE: A New Fate for the Twins [Razgriz x Karameida x Serenity]</b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=45597&amp;pid=1192010#pid1192010"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Mortimer Fortescu</span></a></span>​</div><br/><i>Why?</i><br/><br/><i>Father....</i><br/><br/><i>Why would you do this to me?</i><br/><br/>These were the same questions, in almost the same order that repeated through young Mortimer's mind; his eyes just stared blankly at the wall. Having been brought up in such a prestigious house, he'd rarely - if at all - been exposed to the harsh realities of true violence. And what made it worse, his own father did it to him. The man who brought him into this world, raised him to be a gentleman and taught him everything he knew...Turned into such a monster. Made him into a living sacrifice. And to what? Bring these 'Twins' from somewhere beyond?<br/><br/>These thoughts, however, took a back seat to the real terror of the whole situation: Where he was cut open to expose his innards to the harsh cold air. Even now he could still feel the burn, the utter agony as that wicked blade sliced through his sternum and stomach. For days this cycle repeated: Wondering why, seeing through bleary eyes what transgressed, then the fading of the world as death threatened to take him. Occasionally, he would fidget with the strange star-shaped mark over where his heart was. Where his father had pressed that searing piece of metal into his flesh. What was the point of it all? Why do this...Why make the last memory of his father to be the most horrid imaginable?<br/><br/>It was these preoccupations, as well, that caused Mortimer to simply blank out everything else; the maids tried unsuccessfully to rouse the young master from his stupefied state. And even when Hikaru - the very woman who healed his grave injuries and restored his life-force to what it had been - would try to talk to him, his gaze would not shift to her. Just that blank vacant stare to the wall across from him, like he wasn't even there. Like his mind had simply shut down and blocked out everything else; even his food would hardly seem to be touched when a servant would come to collect the dishes.<br/><br/>Eventually though, it would come to a point where something would break; just as the maid brought in his lunch and turned to leave, Mortimer weakly called to her. Of course, she was glad the young master was finally responsive; many of the other servants wondered if he'd fallen into some sort of coma or something. He then asked - weak as his voice was - if the two women who had brought him to Miss Sutton could come to his chambers; giving a small bow, she left and went to fetch them. Of course, he was hardly presentable in his current state: His hair was all mussed up and he'd become relatively unshaven and unkempt-looking, but right now that didn't matter.<br/><br/>In fact, he wondered why he even bothered to call for the Twins; maybe it was because he wanted to know why their summoning made his own father into a monster. Why the man who helped him become who he was had tried to kill him. He didn't know if they would have the answers he thought he sought...But he wanted to start somewhere.