I didn't have the best upbringing.
It probably made and molded me into the type of person I am.
I never knew my mother.
My father was an impoverished lawyer- keeping me, and himself- under an expensive apartment, just so that he could maybe get work. All his work was just to keep us afloat in the rich part of London.
Yet we were as poor as those in the slums.
The only other major thing it went towards was my education- something that I thank my father for, but ultimately I believe that he was a fool with his finances.
I wasn't ever really able to connect with him- he was always so busy- it was work, drink-... or gambling. Gambling was another way to get money. But it was also another way to get debts- just like the loans from the bank.
But that wasn't enough for me to go through.
Imagine a swathe of ignorant fellows who go to school, without a care for the cost of it- who have parents that are so extravagant, that they consider academia a tool for making social connections rather than the care of the learning?
And imagine- the time... the time was the 1870s, or perhaps the 1880s...
Imagine being what seems the only Albino for miles around- in a society that has not yet learned fully the meaning of discrimination for those that are different- that there are brutes who still find it okay to spout hate?
I learned how to box, and I grew stronger than most academics are in a street fight, because I needed to learn how to punch back.
I was always an outsider- and I grew suspicious of anyone who seemed that they would try to slight me, whether it was in academics- or just on the street. After all- why work for your degree, if you can steal credit?
Most of all though- I didn't want to just sit and become a nobody. So I worked diligently on my own. That's how I've operated almost my whole life.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-nods-
Respect- admiration...
If you wanted to boil it down, I suppose you could say that that's all I've ever really wanted.
I wanted to prove them wrong. That I wouldn't just be- a nothing chemist on the corner selling you the latest prescription medicine, that happened to be an albino.
I wanted to make something- a discovery.
Something that would change the world- a great scientist.
Something that would put me in the annals of history...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postHomura's Room
Homura: ...It's surprisingly, really. At home, we always fought. And with Magical Girls, when I say fight...(a screen provides the punch line
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"No, it's not egotistical. You wanted to be important, that's what you wanted to do. I mean, doesn't sound like you wanted to hurt anyone. You just...wanted to matter."
-Well, Lapino, there's the aforementioned zombie girl
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"...I'm not gonna push you for info on what happened to them."
I did mention that I had a son, after all.
Which meant- someone had the stupid idea of marrying a man like me.
Though my work... -sighs- I had to leave them.
I had to abandon them- my work was too important.
And I don't even know if I regret it.
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