Mortis frowned, he didn’t exactly like to speak bad of his father. Perhaps it wouldn’t come across that way, if he could swallow back his resentment. “When Kotori established his pack - Valta - Sirius sent me to help support him. He didn’t give a defined return date, just sent me off, promised me away” Okay, maybe the resentment did bleed through a little.
Halo’s soft eyes were on him. There was no judgement in her words, only fondness. Understanding. Her eyes on her work, when Mortis lifted his gaze from his own tea. “I’m going to ask Kotori if I can come back. His pack is established now, and I can’t let Sirius dictate where I live forever.” He said, though it came out with a sigh. He was feeling restlessness, and struggling to find where he belonged. But despite his feelings for his dad, he had always felt he belonged in the Armada.
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