Just like old times

He was sure she knew how serious this was. Ignatius was prone to brooding and glumness but this... this was different. The gravity of the situation was thick in the air of the den. Resentment filled his heart, boiled over with uncharacteristic intensity. Usually anger and holding grudges was more Mars' territory. Ig never wanted any part of his father's personality to manifest in him. The idea alone was repulsive enough to calm the storm that was brewing in his heart for a time.

Not telling her now wouldn't change things. What had happened would still have happened, but... It didn't feel right to just put it off. Still, Sephi made it clear she had his back, a hundred percent, no matter what. Letting her live another day or two without hearing the news wouldn't be the end of the world. Maybe he was just worried about telling her because he selfishly wanted to share the anguish sooner, to make her help him carry the burden of sadness. Shifting his position to be a bit more comfortable, Ignatius finally mumbled, "I know we will..." He didn't sound like he believed it, but he wanted to so he said it anyway.

-exit via sleep-