what a predicament my guy

Leaning up onto an elbow as he carefully dragged a bandaged leg to help support the weight of his head, he looked on at his sister. Ghoul knew that he and his brothers had never been their sister's favorites so her visit was... surprising. At birth, one may have thought that they could have been twins, he the day and she the night, but that had never come to fruition. His lack of emotion toward anyone except Recluse and Macabre made him unable to really care about his relationship with his other siblings. If his only sister didn't want to befriend him then, he wasn't expecting her to do it now.

Her comment did bring about a wry smirk and a dry laugh. Maybe as they aged they could find a way to forge some sort of friendship. Especially now that Habari had fallen... "You don't-" Ghoul's words cut off as his nose twitched. A second scent, similar to Widow's but not hers, wafted closer to him. Curious, his brow furrowed as he tried to peer into the shadows. His eyesight had never been the best. "Are you alone?" He asks, hesitant to ask her any questions about the challenge or what he had missed in his days of recovery if she indeed had brought along others. While he trusted Medusa, he did not trust her pack.

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