It Hurts So Much

Pontifex couldn't understand why Loccian was acting this way. She was normally quiet and kept to herself, hardly showed emotion. But here she was, pressed up against him, her body trembling with quiet sobs. It was such a strange situation for the grey/black brute. He had no memory of his sister ever being like this, so her current state threw him for a curve ball. He didn't shy away, standing before her, trying to be that rock for her that their brother Octavian surely had been for the longest time. Suddenly there was moisture at his chest and he realized his sister was crying. His golden eyes flickered down to her face as she pulled away from him, her grey lips struggling to form their brother's name. He gaze at her anxiously as she finally spit it out, her voice a angry bark as she exclaimed that Octavian was dead. Dead? Octavian was dead? That was impossible. Not his brother. Not Octavian, the strongest of the trio. How could he be...dead? An incredulous expression etched itself on his facade as he stared at Loccian, willing her words to be untrue. He can't be....He can't be dead Loccian....No. Tell you're lying...Octavian can't be dead... His voice was a quiet whisper, disbelief constricting his throat. It couldn't be true...