"Sevvy? Why is father always so mean?" Sebastian whispered to his big brother, hugging his arm tightly like a teddy bear.

Severin looked at his younger brother, his sweet innocent baby brother who was having his childlike wonder destroyed every day.

"He's a bàstard," Severin replied rather simply. He didn't care that he just cursed in front of a six year old.

"A b...bâstard? What'sa bâstard?" Sebastian then asked. Severin smiled, glad his brother still was a curious little kid.

"Um...well." Severin paused and tried to think of a definition a child would understand. "A mean man, like Father, is what a bãstard is."

Sebastian nodded and rested his head on Severin's shoulder, letting go of his arm.

"Am I a båstard?"

"No, Sebby. You'll never be a bástard."