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Rhyme’s heart seemed to stop as Odysseues invoked his son’s name. His jaw slipped open and he lost focus as Shaye’s growl echoed in his ears. Noir tried to kill one of his sisters. Rhyme’s mind shifted quickly to Poem. He felt the tension between them, but Noir had behaved himself well throughout the whole trip. They were frequently in competition though, Noir had been almost.. desperate for his attention at times. He hadn’t seen it at the time, but with this accusation..

”He’s your son.” And Rhyme hadn’t seen it in him. Everything Rhyme had been through, and he’d never guessed that Noir might make an attempt on his own sister’s life. Dark ears fell to his skull as his gaze grew distant. All he could see was the tiny blue striped form, his first breath that gave such huge relief after Darilnor. Now he couldn’t breathe, ”...we give up on him, cripple him for his crimes, and banish him.” Shaye’s voice was quiet, but anger laced her quiet words. His son. Exhaustion did nothing as he processed all that had been said. Finally he found air in his lungs and he lifted himself up, blinking back the vivid shadows of his memories.

”I..” Rhyme lost his voice for a moment as the words stuck in his throat. He didn’t want to accept what he’d been told. ”I don’t know if my decisions could be trusted.” His voice was a hoarse whisper as he admitted his bias. ”He really meant her harm?” Rhyme’s words were quiet, he wanted to question the facts as presented not wanting this to be true. Surely he had fallen over in exhaustion and the whole meeting was a nightmare. How could he face banishing his own son?