[It... just hit him like a ton of bricks. Mama doesn't know yet about the crap he's been put through here. He thought he'd pushed it from his mind, but suddenly that rotten woman's words echo through his head. He'd been actually keeping himself in check, trying to at least somewhat hide what he'd become from her... but he'd just shown her his worst side... right out in the open, yelling at his Father no less. He barely can speak as he's suddenly being drowned in emotions he wasn't expecting; that he'd thought had been gone... SO yeah. His voice is shaking and quiet... and actually sounds apologetic.]
M....M-mother...
I...
I'm...
[He can't even do it. He can't even push out an apology. How can 'sorry' possibly be enough? But it's certainly implied. ...And... he's likely to be finding somewhere to hide very quickly.]
[...he... wants to answer her, he tries to reply; to say something, but... can't. There's a frustrated and almost painful, strangled sound that's clearly him... and then a very loud thump; the journal sounds like it was just dropped to the floor. There's foot steps then, the thud... possibly the window? Then... silence. Well... maybe the wind through the window and whatever other sounds, but none of Laharl, till the recording automatically stops.]
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Grrrrrah! DAMMIT OLD MAN!
How can I be the son of such an IDIOT!?!??!
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M....M-mother...
I...
I'm...
[He can't even do it. He can't even push out an apology. How can 'sorry' possibly be enough? But it's certainly implied. ...And... he's likely to be finding somewhere to hide very quickly.]
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...L-Laharl?
[Private to his Mama]