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Finally He Bends
Author: SKRACPP
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Arrow sat as a soldier awaiting orders, spine straight, hands folded, breath measured.

Feature did not stand before him like a commander.

He sat beside him.

That alone startled Arrow.

Feature placed a hand on his shoulder. It trembled.

“I am sorry, my son.”

Arrow turned slowly. His eyes were wet, stunned, as though the words had not fully reached him. Feature saw it then, how years of distance had made even kindness feel unreal.

So he spoke again, deeper this time.

“I saw Scar as heir,” Feature said quietly. “And I did not want you to have to do anything at all. You are your mother’s son…you have her heart far more than mine. I wished to spare you the burden.”

Arrow’s jaw tightened.

“When Scar died,” Feature continued, voice breaking, “I realized I had not trained you as I should. Fear took me. I thought you would lose yourself. I forgot to be your father first… and your protector second.”

He swallowed hard.

“Your powers were greater than Scar’s. Unstable. Dangerous. I feared for your
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