Re: Kitchen - Isaac/Open
This is where the story got to a point that stopped Isaac's tongue. He had always been ashamed of his father's decision to sell him, blaming himself, as though if he had somehow been better, he wouldn't have been so easy to discard.
"No Sir," Isaac replied, trying not to mumble. He slipped back into the use of the honorific, knowing that he was only answering the man so freely because he was a Master.
"My parents were both born wolves. My father sold me after my brother died."
His eyes stayed focused down, on the task at hand, even though the broccoli was now far more finely chopped then necessary.