"Look, when you do it, I just feel useless. I like being able to look after myself, but if you're always worrying about me I can't do that. And sometimes, even though it pains me to say it, it's suffocating."
"I can stop then," He said softly, looking at the ground and clearing his throat, "Let's just keep walking, I'm soaked." He gestured to his shirt and hair, which were soaked through.
Jami started to walk with him but stopped dead in her tracks at a sight she didn't want to see.
Sebastian stopped as well, tempted to ask what was wrong but catching himself at the last second.
"I don't want you here," Jami said to the spirits.
"But sweetie, you're our daughter."
"So?! You died 10 years ago and you're only deciding to show up now?!"
He stood silently next to her, wanting desperately to rest a hand on her shoulder, or ask her what's wrong. He shook his head and took a small step away, leaving her alone.
"But sweetie…"
"But nothing, Mother. You never cared for me and I never cared for you. I want nothing to do with you."
Sebastian turned around and began looking at their surroundings, worry in his eyes as he glanced at Jami and waited for her to be done talking with whoever she was talking to.
"Sweetheart," Jami's mother started.
"Goodbye, Mother," Jami said, grabbing Sebastian's hand and walking off.
"Who was that?" He asked softly, happily walking alongside her again.
Jami was silent. "My parents decided that they wanted me to see them."
"Oh," He said softy, going quiet for a moment, "Do they want you to see them often?"
"That's the thing. They died 10 years ago and only just decided that they want me to see them."
Sebastian nodded, "Why do you think they wanted you to see the now?" he continued walking and reminded himself that every step brought him closer to dry clothes.
Jami thought for a minute. "Maybe it's because Noah died. I keep seeing his spirit, but I think it's because he's sorry for never being there."
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"They finally feel bad as well?" He questioned, "Because that's just bad parenting if they're just ow sorry for everything."
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"They never loved me, Seb. Never had time for me. Always too busy doing financials or running the company. Didn't matter. I learned to deal with it from a young age."
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"Do you think that they showed up now because they were sorry that they weren't there for you?" He asked.
"Fuck no. They didn't give a shit about me. As soon as I turned old enough not to be breast-fed, they passed me off to a nanny."
Sebastian nodded, squeezing her hand lightly, "That must've been a rough childhood then."
"I learnt from a young age. My nanny was a better mother than my real one was."
"I suppose," He said, tempted to wrap his arms around her but stopping himself before he could do so.
Jami still had to let some steam go. She ugh-ed, shooting out magic and bending a near by sign post.
Sebastian watched calmly. Jami had done this before so he wasn't surprised, all he did was squeeze her hand and continued forward.
"Why did I never have a loving family, Seb? Why couldn't I have been born to someone like Natalia instead of my actual parents?"
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"I don't know Jami," He said softly, "That's like asking why I got stuck with my mom instead of someone that actually wanted me around and loved that I was her son."
Jami smiled softly. "Maybe the reason we've always connected is because we've had such crap childhoods."
