"I never asked you to beg! All you had to do was send a fucking letter!" Beau shouted as he abandoned the firewhiskey bottle back on the table between them. This conversation was already heated enough without the added fuel. "You think I was free? To what?! Drift about the country? Work at the zoo? No family, very few friends. Is that what you consider freedom? Is that what you dream of? I don't." While he wouldn't change the path to lead him to Eavan, he certainly wouldn't have chosen to spend years on his own with only Murph for company. He would have chosen to be involved with his son however she allowed.

Beau could stand this farce of a conversation no longer. What was the point in summoning him here like a dog if nothing was to change? He stood from the arm chair, pacing to stand behind it instead. "Do not speak about my wife as though you know her. People change in a decade, Odina. You think I'm angry about this situation? Try to talk to her about it." Eavan was a saint for dealing with his nonsense these last few months. At least now he had had it out with Odina. He made his thoughts and feelings known, even if nothing was to come of it.

"Fine. He has you, he needs and wants for nothing. I don't exist to him. Whatever you want, Odina, because that's what it always is. Just please, tell me, what the fuck am I doing here?" Beau clutched the back of the arm chair, the fighter in him wanting to throw it at the nearest wall.