Just like old times

Sephi could feel the aggravation rolling off of her sibling. Rage, even, which was unusual for him. Sephira frowned. "It gets worse, Seph." The words choked up in his throat, and she felt something similar clog her own windpipe. Somehow she knew, she knew, that they would not be forced to flee their home for anything less that a catastrophic misunderstanding. And yet, Ig was making it sound like something even more disastrous. A plot, a plan to remove him from the pack infrastructure. Her hackles rose.

"Well," she began, and was immediately incensed by the weakness of her own paltry argument. Sephira picked back up with more fervor, "Well! Whatever happened Ig, you know I'm with you, right?" She continued with an uncharacteristic honesty. "We've lived in the shadow of animosity for so long, you know there's nothing I'd want more than to shove the truth up somewhere the sun don't shine. Whatever you wanna do, I'm with you." She left it unsaid that she would follow his lead to hell and back. He ought to know by this point that Sephira realized her brother was the brains of this operation. Wherever he decided to go, she would follow, whether she liked it or not. He could take his time in telling his story, it made no difference so her. She would be there regardless.

Sephi sighed. "Go to bed, dumdum. You can tell me tomorrow, or another day, whatever. Whatever happened, nothing will change the fact that we're here together. We'll figure it out." Just like always, she added on in her own mind. They had seen some shit together. Whatever went down, Seph was pretty sure they'd seen worse. Then again, she couldn't remember many times in her life she had ever seen her brother this affected by something. The thought rankled her, she she chewed the inside of her cheek and kept quiet. They'd figure it out, some day, some how. They always did.

.... -Exit????-