“Oh they’re growing alright, they’re from good stock on their mother’s side.” Marcus chuckles.
“Indeed.” Cyndwella runs her fingers through her hair. “Schmoopy get zero time to himself. If he isn’t tending to the needs of his perfect wives, he’s showering his daughters in unconditional love. Schmoopy spends the majority of his day with children crawling all over him.”
“Makes reading the morning paper difficult.” Marcus mumbles.
“But Roxanne is growing larger by the day, as well as her powers. Already she can create life in her hands. There’s no telling how powerful she will be in her prime.” Cyndwella smirks.
“Yup, always something holding you back from havin a good life. Can’t ever just do it. Can’t ever just be happy.” Cyndwella scoffs while looking at her nails.
“Seriously Jorge, what could you possibly have left that’s more important than salvaging your relationship with Ne’zon?” Marcus crosses his arms.
Jorge sat dumbfounded at their reaction unsure if they were joking or if they truly didn't understand what he was implying. Jorge shook his head and sat up before explaining everything again.
"Well I need to fix this house and fix everything with Ne'zon. Those are my top priorities at the moment. I am sure that counts as work that needs to be done with before I can start a family right?"
“No, Jorge. We thought you meant something else, something unrelated to fixing your life.” Marcus unfolds his arms.
“Well think if you talked to Ne’zon and told her you’re back for good, I don’t think she’d give a shit about the house’s condition. I’d bet she’d just be happy to have you back.” Cyndwella says before burping.
“Well what’d ya do to the pudding cup to begin with?” Cyndwella says while stretching.
"What do you mean? What did I do to her? Are you talking about why she refuses to see me?"
Jorge gave Cyndwella a long sigh as he slumped back into his chair.
"Well. It is the main reason I left Whitemarch in the first place. Well... A little more than a year ago, while I was away. A group of mercenaries arrived at my home. They were sent to stop me before I foiled their employer's plans. Unfortunately for them it took them longer to reach me than it too me to reach their employer and well. Well that also meant that I was not home when they were there and. Well I am certain that you know what happened as Ne'zon is the only survivor of that confrontation. I arrived too late and there was little I could do to stop them."
Jorge went silent as he looked out the dusty window to the moon out in the sky.
"Well. Some elven rangers found Ne'zon out in the woods and brought her to the hospital where she was treated. I stayed with her for a moment but it was not long before I went out looking for those who wronged me. One of them lingered in town and I caught him celebrating the other was a neighboring farmer who led them to our home. In my rage I murdered him... and now his son will mostl likely hunt after me seeking revenge.
"I was perpetuating the cycle of hatred and vengeance in Whitemarch and I had to get away. In my quest for retribution I abandoned Ne'zon in that hospital, to an empty home full of broken dreams and nightmares."
“Good job, asshole.” Cyndwella scoffs without mercy. “No wonder she’s pissed at you!”
“Cynd-“ Marcus chimes in.
“The girl needed you more than ever and you left her to deal with the shit alone!” Cyndwella floats to standing position.
“Cyndwella.” Marcus calls again.
“Un-fucking-believable. Guys like you are the reason girls like me get so fucked up. You should’ve grieved with her first and sought retribution later! Or if you couldn’t wait, ya should’ve hired Marcus! He’da hunt down those cunts and hand delivered em to ya! Just when I think I couldn’t be more disappointed, you go an-“
“CYND!” Marcus barks.
“WHAT?!” She shouts back.
“Enough.” Marcus’ gruff and aggressive tone subsides to a more gentle, but still tough tone. “Jorge made a mistake. Just like everyone does. Even me. He’s here now, right? And trying to fix it. So let’s not focus on what’s happened and instead focus on the present.”
“Hmph.” Cyndwella scoffs turning her head. “Fine. But ya better do right by the pudding cup this time. She’s a cute girl and deserves better.”