Who knows about tomorrow?

Dominous asked why Acere had killed their father, and Tyranis felt his heart clench with guilt. That was the day he chose to stand by his father’s side before he turned on him as well. The words his father spoke still rang clearly in his mind: “… absolutely legendary.” He shook his head to himself, swallowing his sufficiently beaten down pride. “Our father was sick, he had the mind blight, I don’t know if he was ever truly sane.” He said, his words heavy.

“Acere put him out of his misery for what he did to your sister, for what he did to my mother, for what he did to gods know how many others, and all the unspeakable horrors he committed.” He shook his head again and took a deep breath. “There was a time when I was desperate for acceptance, when I believed in Elias, because I thought he was the only one who believed in me, but in the end, they were just words. Maybe he was afraid and saw me as the only one who could protect him, but when I needed him most, he was not there.” Would things have been different if he had been there? Would he have given up his pack if Elias had stayed by his side? Would he have ever joined Acere and Winterfell, or would they still be fighting to this day? He had no way of knowing, and so he couldn’t say.

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