"He has been slamming his fists against the door for an hour sir." I'd heard it, I'd heard his screaming fits, and the fist slamming. It was very petulant. I was reminded of when he was a small child he'd do something similar when I put him to bed early. It was enough to bring a smile to my face despite the horrible situation. I knew I needed Rolando, but I also knew he didn't want to work with me. So I had to basically hope I could talk him into it without having to force him into it. Something I'd never been able to do in my whole life. I made my way to the door, I could hear him slamming it though the blows were slower and more measured.
"You are a terrible father."
"Agreed, though stop hitting the door, your knuckles are bleeding."
"Open it up and I'll stop hitting it."
"Not until you're ready to talk."
"I'm reminded of a time when I was ten and you wouldn't let me have something and I locked myself in my room for two days."
"I remember, you wanted a dog, and I said no because I knew it wouldn't last in our lifestyle." I thought at least he wasn't hitting the door, so the dialogue was helping.
"And you won because you're the parent. So what do you want Dad? What can I do for you so that you let me go."
"I need you to take me somewhere."
"You have a ship go there yourself."
"Not that kind of trip." Rolando didn't say anything, and he didn't hit the door. I was about to walk away when he spoke again.
"And I do this and we're done?"
"If you want to be yes we're done." It hurt me to hear the derision in his voice, but I can't say I didn't earn it over the years. And still I figured with the whole saving the galaxy thing he'd eventually forgive me, even if he said he wouldn't. Boys change over the years, I mean I finally made up with my dad after I killed him, wait lets, yeah lets not think too long on that.
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