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"You always were such a crybaby, Garma."
The words uttered in private rang deep in his heart as memories flooded back into his mind. Memories of running and crying into his father's arms when his sibling's words rang true just as they'd done now.
It'd always been that way. The tiny boy he was pushed, prodded, and molded into something he never knew he could live up to. Heavy tears streaming down his little face as he sat on his father's lap, clinging to him with his face pressed against his chest as his coat muffled his cries.
Soft, gentle hands running through his hair as even softer and gentler coos offering condolences and reassurances eased his crying. Later would come the scolding to his elder siblings, urging them to "Be kinder to Garma. He's just a boy." Gentle softness that was never afforded to them and in turn led to even more of that bitter resentment.
And so the cycle would continue. Even up until now as an adult and the pride of the Zabi family. Except now he couldn't run into his father's arms like he so desperately wanted to. Instead he put on a brave face, ignoring their words for the moment and finding the truth to them alone in private. Crying just as heavily as he did as a child.