Young
This is all my fault.
I should have never brought her here with me. This is my doing; me! All me.
What kind of a father am I to do this. To make her do this, to break her. He will kill us, kill the baby, if I choose not to, but we should not be in this position anyway.
If it were not for me. My foolishness. My… arrogance. Is that the word? I wanted to impress her? Maybe, I do not know. Recklessness then. We were running, running scared. Scared of what would happen if we stayed.
We would have grown old together, stale. Grow old too soon. For we both want to be forever young, immortal and beautiful, and so we ran. Flew.
I am no coward… but to fly away, hero does not fit me. I am not brave, just cunning. I have no life apart from this - I am a pirate, and this is no life for her.
Why the hell did we do this, my dear? Why be so young?
How has it come to this?
