Just like old times

His will to continue with the banter more or less died as soon as he started fully focusing back on the situation they were in and how it came to be. It was all bullshit. Honestly his normally relatively even temper would begin to boil over anytime he thought about it. That was good though, it masked the hurt that laying below, waiting for him to sink into it when the rage burned out.

Part of him wanted to spill the rest of the story to Seph now. It wasn't fair to keep her in the dark any longer, it wasn't right but... How was he supposed to say this? Honestly he wished he was anywhere else at the moment. He tried to just roll over and let the conversation fade out, but... That wasn't right either. Avoiding it was just going to keep him up all night, he had to man up and break the news.

"It gets worse, Seph." His voice caught in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut and his ears fell back to his skull in a pained expression. It felt like his heart was being crushed under the most immense weight. Ig felt as powerless and ineffective as the day he'd been exiled. Worse. Now Sephi had to hear it for the first time and he almost doubted he could do it.