when everything's broken

Aslatiel’s frustration was palpable, but Hikaru felt powerless to assuage the feeling. He didn’t know what to do beyond what Mortis asked. It was not his place to elaborate, however much he wanted to open up to the Reaper and seek her wisdom on the matter. She knew her brother better than anyone, and Hika again wished Mortis had sought her help. Still. He promised. Hikaru’s cheeks flushed as he battled internally, in the end his loyalty to Mort would hold steady and he broke into an apologetic expression.

”I promised Mortis I would not say.” He told her solemnly, while shifting his weight guiltily. ”I wish I could, Aslatiel.” Dark tipped ears lowered to his skull. He certainly wasn’t about to stop her if she followed him.