When the kid you knew is dead
Of course this couldn’t be a happy reunion Ganta thought bitterly as his brother spoke. But still, Ganta couldn’t help but snort. “The only children Sin ever loved was Enigma, Forsaken, and Paradox. Surely you’ve realized that yourself.” His tone was hard. “Like you I was a child back then, during the Hellstrom siege. I could do nothing for you, nor my own littermate, as you were swept away. As I grew what was I to do? Father was taken out, mother ended up committing suicide… and I was alone before long myself.” His heart hurt. Why was he trying to justify himself to Draven? Ganta looked away the other brute.
“By the time I was old enough to help anyone I wouldn’t have even known where to look. I’m… I’m sorry for what happened to you. To Shiro. You’ve both clearly been hurt, and hurt bad but…” Ganta shifted his gaze back towards Draven with a narrowed gaze. “Things have always been that way since we were little. There was no true love… It’s lucky enough that Enigma took pity on Obscoro when we were all scattered.” His lips twisted into a slight snarl at the mention of Hellstrom rising again.
“…and to raise Hellstrom after father abandoned you, abandoned his younger litters, are you daft!?” Spittle flew from the young man’s mouth as he practically screamed the words. “That’s insanity. Why follow his path? Why not carve out your own name, your own path? A path of glory for Rikeros alone?” What was he doing? Would his brother even listen? No… he was sure like Enigma there’d be no reasoning. They were all too far gone… twisted child of Sin til the end.
“I… I will not stand with you.” Ganta’s ears laid back flat against his head, fangs bared. “I’ve my own hopes and dreams… and murder and pillaging are not among them. Go seek someone else for those twisted plans, if you’re so hellbent on making a pack of the damned.” His words grew angrier, hotter with each sentence. He didn’t doubt his brother was going to be yet another enemy… and little did he know, that while he spoke to Rikeros, Roza might be in danger herself… |
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