[ Walter stayed focused on Reed. He took a few breaths, gathering up the courage. He kept his voice low and soft. ]
I grew up in an orphanage run by the Order, in the woods of a place called Silent Hill. We were never meant to go far. The guards would hit us if we went too far into the woods or towards the town, even if we had God's permission.
When we were bad, or had said our prayers wrong, or...or if it would please God, we would be sent to the Water Prison. I hated it there. I hated it so much...but if it pleased God, I would put up with it. [ He began to stroke Reed's wings. Reed allowed it, even spreading a wing for Walter to brush his fingers over the underside. ]
I was six the first time I was sent there. The cells were small and damp and cold, with grey walls and iron doors. They were always watching. The guards, from a small hole in the wall. They wouldn't let us out for days. For anything; for food or water. [ He was half there again, trapped in a small, horrid cell, so small and weak. The other half of him was entirely focused on his Pokemon, as a tether out of his thoughts. ] Not everyone would come back from the prison.
I- I thought it was how life was. But people have been saying it shouldn't have been t-that way. [ The words were catching in his throat, so he stopped there. He took more deep breaths. Thankfully Reed had come to know Walter's 'moments' like this and fluttered closer, cooing and pressing his head under Walter's chin. ]
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I grew up in an orphanage run by the Order, in the woods of a place called Silent Hill. We were never meant to go far. The guards would hit us if we went too far into the woods or towards the town, even if we had God's permission.
When we were bad, or had said our prayers wrong, or...or if it would please God, we would be sent to the Water Prison. I hated it there. I hated it so much...but if it pleased God, I would put up with it. [ He began to stroke Reed's wings. Reed allowed it, even spreading a wing for Walter to brush his fingers over the underside. ]
I was six the first time I was sent there. The cells were small and damp and cold, with grey walls and iron doors. They were always watching. The guards, from a small hole in the wall. They wouldn't let us out for days. For anything; for food or water. [ He was half there again, trapped in a small, horrid cell, so small and weak. The other half of him was entirely focused on his Pokemon, as a tether out of his thoughts. ] Not everyone would come back from the prison.
I- I thought it was how life was. But people have been saying it shouldn't have been t-that way. [ The words were catching in his throat, so he stopped there. He took more deep breaths. Thankfully Reed had come to know Walter's 'moments' like this and fluttered closer, cooing and pressing his head under Walter's chin. ]