The Murder Of The Hamiltons

Thomas heard of his parents deaths through a handler. By that point, he had been on the plantation for some time, and had formed a sort of comfortable society for himself. While it was hardly home, his complicated sense of gratitude for being there made it easy for him to adjust and eventually come to forge relationships with his fellow castaways and even those who held control over his liberty. 

The news, when it first struck, was – difficult. The loss of his mother destroyed him. Knowing how much she had done and how hard she had fought on his behalf, in many ways seeing her as his only champion in the whole of the world, the idea that she was so cruelly taken from it ravaged him in ways that felt insurmountable. 

There were times when he felt like he could not breathe – days when he was so bitterly furious with his inability to protect her, with the way in which they parted, with the unfinished business between them that he had to find means of distracting himself. 

His emotions were so focused on his mother that his father was often an afterthought in his pain. There was so much unresolved, so many reasons for hate and dismissal, that Thomas was more frustrated when he found himself mourning the man when he ought to have been glad he was gone. 

Much of Thomas’ worst and most tumultuous periods of grief for his parents took place on the plantation, and he found ways to a tentative healing before learning the truth of Captain Flint and thus, the reasons behind their deaths – though that, of course, is it’s own issue.