A Hand basket to Hell

He saw that she paused and when she turned her composure was still ice-cold and neutral. The mark on her nose was still healing. He hung his head and answered somberly.

"He's the only other one with wings, like Wylan. But he has the big teeth, like Bas." He felt small and weak. His sister Wynter was away, though he couldn't help but feel like she'd never come back either. His sister Zion was around here somewhere, his closest brother and remaining parent were on the other side of that invisible wall. He had to be stronger... for them. He had to find a cure... for them. There had to be a reason the reaper let him live, it had to be for this.

"Speech"