a modern concussion
Kefka
thinking "speech" "others" As his brother regained his footing after their scuffle, the phoenix let his pallid gaze track the movements of the young girl with his brother's unique pelage. "Relm." he called the girl, and it was a name as unique as Kefka's own. He wondered why he had not kept to their traditions when naming his daughter, but supposed it might be a result of his absence from their culture. "As you suggest, she is mine. This is your Uncle." the amethyst man spoke to the girl for a moment, before redirecting his attention away from the youngster. She wouldn't be long waiting for adolescence, and already he could see she would be just as tall as her sire. The auburn male flashed a soft smile at the girl, bloodied ivories peeking out ever so slightly from dark lips. She hadn't said anything after her initial outburst, and he was concerned he might have frightened the little one already. Children weren't exactly his strong suit. Something about being a crass, swaggering mongrel. When the amusement he'd deduced as normal from his grown up sibling faded, the tall auds framing his crown perked. "I have been busy. Agria is dead. I killed her." And those words hit him like a freight train. Something in his core twisted with a sharp pang, and he found himself feeling oddly detached when he noted the icy sensation trailing down his limbs until his paws started to feel numb. His mother? He'd spent so long looking for her with their sire, and it was all for nothing. Pallid cerulean gaze drifted away from the dark eyes of his estranged brother, and focused instead on the swirling steam rising from a nearby spring. He could barely remember what her face looked like, so why did it hurt to hear those words? Ebon lips curled around words that did not come out, and he gave up the attempt. There was really nothing left to drive him forward, and he belatedly wondered if he should have fought harder against Kaine when he'd been pulled away from the Empire yet again. Perhaps he would have been able to build the budding relationship with the small healer, Rain. Completed his training under Malleus, even. Found a place among the ever growing family he'd been born into. What did he have now? Finally, he drew his attention from the possibilities and the past. Brilliant optics swung back to meet Kefka's, locked onto the features that had changed so much since they were young. "W-" he faltered on the first syllable, his dry throat catching as he swallowed down the sensation of choking. "Why?" he asked hoarsely, fighting back the ache in his chest. The burning behind his eyes returned, but he wasn't sure he could shed a tear in the wake of the renewed tragedy. |
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