Dear Brother

Hearing Sparrow call for him was rather surprising. Hadn't she, like Starling, decided to abandon their family? At leat she'd given them some reason, and some warning. It still didn't sit well with him. What was Abaven, and their family, lacking? Why did everyone keep leaving? It was deeply frustrating to him, especially after the talk with his father. Bass felt as though he'd failed them, when in reality the failure had been a group effort.

Warily, and a bit uncertainly, he headed toward Sparrow's call. He'd never been as close to her as he'd been with Finch, for example, but he loved her just the same. He offered a ghost of a smile as she drew nearer with each step, nodding his head. He couldn't help but feel a pit forming in his stomach as he got the impression that she might have more to say to him than simply telling him she was back.

"Sparrow," he'd offer her as he settled before her, debating on whether he ought to greet her with more affection or if her time away had grown the distance between them enough to consider that uncomfortable. "I'm glad to see you're home. However long this place remains home, I guess." He didn't know if his sister knew about the plans for the future, or if she intended to stay here - hell, maybe she wouldn't go with Karabela either. The future was a wild mess of uncertainty, it seemed.