'Two promises.. I know which one I'm keeping' [Blye Percy]

Percy pushed back the small feeling of regret at being so harsh to Nanari, but at the same time, it felt comfortable to speak his mind at last, despite how horrible it made him sound. Percy wasn't a nice person, that much he was certain of. Yes, he knew if she understood how he viewed himself, Nanari would try to prove otherwise, but it wouldn't work. Percy stole because he wanted to, he manipulated others because he knew their past, and knew how to make them like him for his benefit. 

He murdered innocent people because he wanted a taste of that seemingly pleasurable violence that Peter had been driven by. He was not a good person, Nanari was, and Percy felt a little concerned that if she didn't understand soon how awful he was, Percy would draw her into his dark little life. He tried not to like Nanari, after telling the one person in this world Percy never wanted to see that he was alive, but even so, he didn't want to be the cause of her losing the light in her soul by following him. "My fate wasn't up to you." He muttered, looking away. He didn't speak again until it was time to leave, giving the room a look over. It certainly looked built for a child. A cot to one side, gathering dust, boxes that were once a bright blue in colour, now faded to a dull grey-blue tone. The kind of privileged life he could have lived here, Percy thought, if things in the past had never happened. He had no doubt that if living in this life, he would have turned out better, probably enjoyed the company of others and shy away from drinking or violence, but that never happened, and for the Percy here and now, the room made him only more annoyed. 

He took the hand, not looking Nanari in the eye, however, as she led him to Blye. She'd tried to make this meeting sound simple. Just see his father, share a few words, and then leave forever. Oh so simple, and yet it was nothing like that at all. Did Nanari continue to forget what kind of fresh hell it was for him to meet anyone? Percy huffed to Nanari's last piece of advice, pulling his hand away once they reached near the room. "Oh don't worry, I'll know all the details in a moment." He muttered, teeth clenching a little, before taking that last free breath and walking up to the deck. At the side of his vision, he saw someone standing there, waiting. He looked to the ground quickly, suddenly fearing the idea of looking up. Now was the time, Percy could find out the truth, what happened in the past, why his mother was gone, why he was raised by others, why any of this cruel life had to happen. His breath already shuddered, and he spoke in the silence, "I.... I've grown to view you as a stranger, the one who killed my mother, who abandoned me. And I've been trying to avoid finding out the truth for so long, it's the one thing I fear more than anything. But now, I have no choice... I have to find out why." Percy said, blinking a little before looking up. 

Stop. Percy voiced in his head, feeling the walls of his mind tense in pain, clasp down around him and force him to watch. He never thought about how it might hurt a lot more than usual to look into the past of another user of Time magic, someone who skipped around time constantly. This wasn't a coherent past that Percy was watching, it was a mass of random events. Going from childhood to then a horrible event. Blye killed, unintentionally, but still his doing, a whole clan, hurting a girl with green hair in the process. Percy knew she was Emeri, his mother, from Blye's mind at the time. Then more hashed events, a war, becoming king, falling in love. There was small time, a few days, a few weeks, where Blye and Emeri seemed like a couple. Percy watched them together, watched them panic as Emeri was expecting. 

Then, it happened. For no reason, Percy watched from Blye's perspective as he waited for Emeri on the same observatory tower he was meeting his father in the present. He felt the pain his father felt in his head, the sudden hit of sadness and... anger. Then, Blye struck down Emeri. Percy watched him cut into his mother, cause her to bleed slowly and painfully. They spoke a little, Blye begged her to stop? He was the one killing her, yet he sounded like it was her doing. Percy didn't understand this, one moment, they were happy, the next, this horrible moment. Blye came back from the future, apparently, what must had happened? His heart sunk, was this because of him? Was Percy's existence in this future something bad, was Blye trying to stop that by killing his mother? It wasn't clear, but it was certainly crystal clear that Blye did in fact killed Percy's mother. After she vanished, and the King dropped, there was a scream in Percy's head. Blye's past stopped completely, it became pitch black and nothing, until all of a sudden, he was burning to death, drowning in a lake. 

Percy barely watched the next years, he couldn't stand to watch his father act sad for what happened. Blinking, Percy came out of it, focusing on the present, on the room. On Blye and Nanari, who watched him concerned. Percy felt the wet streak down his cheek, and rubbed it furiously away. His breath was shuddering, tears threatened to come back, but with anger Percy kept them away. "You... I-I... I don't know why." Percy stuttered, gritting his teeth, "You killed my mother, what for?"
He looked confused, bewildered, staring directly at the King. Percy had no idea why. He'd wanted to avoid this truth for so long, and yet also longed to discover it. But, learning the truth just made him more confused than before. He grasped his head, feeling that mental flex around his head that squeezed his mind, tearing across and beyond the boy's pain threshold. Blye's past forced itself to be remembered, Percy stood there, hissing in pain as he saw that night again. Percy slammed a hand into his own head, for once unable to withstand this irritating pulse of pain in his mind. Before anyone could help, he glared up again to Blye. "Did you fear her? Did you want all the power to yourself? Why?" Percy asked, not expecting an answer, "How could you... act so destroyed from her death, when it was all your doing. You... you don't deserve to mourn her." He growled, features lit up as from his hand, almost subconsciously, Percy summoned a yellow dwarf. It's appearance seemed to startle his father into backing away, which made Percy almost smirk, "Oh? Did you really fear her?" He asked quietly, stepping closer, "Does that mean you'll fear me too? You going to kill me, like you did her?"

Nanari said nothing more to Percy as she took him to Blye, knowing there was nothing more she could say right now. And left him to go in alone with a heavy heart, knowing that she couldn't intrude on this conversation as much as she wished to be there, instead giving him a pat on the back and a small broken smile as she allowed him to enter and shut the door behind him. Nanari hovered outside, letting the guards move a little further off, she stood in silence just listening in for anything, and almost counted her blessings that's things were going fine, up until the shouting began, she let it continue, knowing Percy must have something to get off his chest, but when things turned silent all of a sudden, dread set in, and she didn't even hesitate to rush in. She never spoke as she saw what happened, rushing in front of Blye and looking to Percy with pleading eyes. "I wouldn't Percy, its not worth it." He would have to go through her to get to Blye, anything that happened... Percy would know this isn't how he should deal with it, knowing the consequences. She didn't let her fear show, burying it deep within, but for the moment, seeing that power, she felt it to her very core.

Blye was too relieved when someone came between him and his son, grateful to Nanari to step in. He dared not think what would have happened if she'd not stepped in, what Percy might have done. He looked far too much like his mother just then, the need to hurt in his eyes was terrifying, even if he was being drawn to tears by whatever grief this was all causing him. Once Nanari spoke, Percy's intense glare broke, as did he need to harm, and his magic. It all faded, this wall of anger, and it left a broken boy, that made Blye's heart hurt as he saw. He couldn't speak, find any words to say to his son that might help him now, and he did nothing as Percy ran away, even knowing he could, if he chose to. Blye sighed, which turned into half a sob, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm so selfish... to think that seeing him would have been a good thing, now I know why he's wanted to hidden all this time." Blye mumbled, pushing himself off the wall, giving Nanari a weak smile. "Could you, go to him?" Blye asked, glancing to the stairs, as from them came a muffled, but still clear cry. Blye winced, "He needs someone, and I feel like only you can be that someone... please, I... I fear he might drink himself to death tonight, if left alone." Blye asked, and he didn't say that as a guess, his future sight told him of something horrible to come very soon, something he wanted to avoid. 

It broke his voice, made him very obvious, but the screaming did keep Percy as himself at least. He tried to reason with himself as to why this all made him so emotion. Perhaps it was the build up of it all, or how he was expecting something else. Perhaps this was Percy mourning his mother, someone he'd never met. He'd only seen her through Meinu's past, but that had been very little. In Blye's past, she was crystal clear. Percy stopped screaming, his cries becoming much quieter now. That's right... Looking through Blye's memory, Percy got to see his mother, back when she was in a clan, with a family, when she'd been young and graceful. She never seemed like the kindest soul, but Percy didn't expect that in a mother. Still, he'd seen his mother, what could have been, if she'd not died. When Percy moved a little, leaning his head on his knees, and opening his eyes, he noticed the one next to him, quickly looking away. Though, he didn't resist when Nanari took his hand, perhaps he was just too used to her doing so now. His head shook slowly, and he hiccuped a little before thinking on talking rather than sobbing. "I don't want to know. I never wanted to know." He muttered, "Can't you understand why I never wanted to come here, Nanari? I didn't want to know what happened, I didn't want the truth, living a lie might have been hard, but at least it wasn't... this." He breathed heavy, pressing his head once more to his knees, into a ball of sadness that wanted none of this grief around him. "I never knew my mother, only a glimpse of what she looked like... Now I've seen her die, from his eyes, I had to watch a mother die that I never knew, it's more than painful, Nanari." He answered calmly, before giving Nanari a long look, into her strong eyes. They could show sorrow or worry, but they were never broken from it, Nanari's eyes were tough like that, she was tough. And Percy usually appreciated that. For now he sighed, "Then, take me out of this place, please?"