Where Do We Turn?

Éponine watched as Razor pulled himself from the water. She felt glad for the warm embrace, the gentle touch. The she wolf looked back at her brother, her tri-colored eyes shining with a soft look. Perhaps they both had for this very reason… so they could reunite with each other once more. She found herself smiling a little too, despite her selfish nature. She’d missed Razor… she felt as though he was the only one who really, truly understood how she felt… especially as children. It was so different to see him grown up now. The femme gaze a soft whine.

“I’ve been alive at least…” The she-wolf confessed. “I followed after dad for a bit after he won the challenge against Sin… but then I got sick and mad and… I just don’t know Razor. Things aren’t how they used to be and they never will be.” The femme shook her head. “What of you? How have you been?” Her ears had flicked back against her head as she looked him over. Did he still bear the same sickness as before?