far from the tree

It struck him that Indigo had a whole life now that Mortis knew nothing about. Friends, people that had his back that Mort had never met. The winged wolf wished… wished he could have had more time, more time to get it right. To know Indigo better, to be a bigger part of his life. He wanted to know about these people Indigo loved.

When his brother offered to tell him about them, Mort jumped at the chance. “Please, yes.” He agreed. Maybe he would even try and explain the confused jumble of who Hikaru was to him, too. Who he had lost in Hana. the things Indigo had missed. Maybe, but first, he wanted to hear what his brother would tell him.

There was longing in Morts eyes as his brother told him about what he had formed with these people, and what they were going to do with it. Despite who their father was, Indigo had stuck to his healing, and now he was building something magnificent with it. “Do you think you’ll eventually explore all of Boreas?”


"Mortis Fatalis"