i will be their world's demise

Björn would always regret the unmistakable look about him. His father's son, though now, that's in name only. Hell, barely in name. If the man had gripped him much longer, perhaps he'd been stripped of the Trygg name as well. Did he even want it? There's too much pride in him to let it go, even if things felt... sour. Like rust in his mouth. An aching at the back of his throat, the feeling of placing your hand on a hot stove. Too many negative feelings about his father to continue sinking his teeth into.

The rot prince needed to move on. To make what he could of himself, and to do better. Was there anything better for him? No, Björn is on a collision course with knowing better and doing worse. Straightening himself, though he's not alone on the mountain for long. Hal comes from the mist, drawing his gaze immediately. Two mountainous boys, sizing each other up. Staring, for a long moment.

"Didn't think I'd be back." But now, with the mountain empty, the rot prince's course had shifted. "Are we not still here? We have everything that matters. We never needed them to tell us what to do, and the day is ours now. Every day is ours now." The air of a mad preacher seizing his words, Björn takes a step toward his brother. "Come with me. We're going to take on the world."

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