We Share a Same Foundation

It surprised Artorias to learn that he had spent more time with Resin than her own flesh and blood daughter had. Eska told her story to him, detailing how she had been separated from Resin at a very young age during a rockslide that destroyed their home and claimed the lives of two of her siblings—and he guessed by extension, two of his siblings as well. His lips pursed in deep thought, ears drooping from their usual alert perkiness. He wondered what that must have felt like to be separated from your own mother, to not know her and for her to not know you were even still alive. Eska had been deprived of the chance to form a real relationship with Resin, and when she finally came to the end of her life's journey, she discovered she was too late. It was a feeling Artorias was all too intimately familiar with. He thought about how Resin hadn't recognized him when he'd visited her last, how she had believed all of her children were dead, and someone was coming to kill her. That couldn't have been a pleasant way to find the loving mother you had spent your life looking for.

"I wish you'd gotten the chance to see her the way I knew her. You have my sympathies," he murmured, eyes downcast as he did his best to ignore the ache in his heart. "If it helps, I know she loved you dearly. The thought of her children dead... it had pained her a great deal. You meant a great deal to her." A question that had been lingering in his brain for months came up for the umpteenth time, except this time, he might have actually found a wolf that could solve the mystery for him. "Was Oxx one of your brothers?" he asked, lifting his gaze to stare at her, curiosity running rampant in his youthful amber eyes. "Resin called me Oxx once during one of her slips. I had never heard the name before, and no one knows who that is."

Eska's comment about not having any other family didn't sit well with him. Everyone deserved to have family, to feel wanted and loved. Eska was his adoptive sister, and that made them family. "I can be your family," he remarked. "I mean, I guess technically we are family by natural law, but I mean like an actual family. You could stay in the Hallows, meet the rest of your siblings, your step-mother, be a part of us. We could be family to you now."


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"