Packing up
It was strange that the first one he'd see was not a sibling, though still family. Hazel orbs met cerulean ones as his cousin spoke his name, his gaze quickly passing to the dark faced form of his younger sister. A frown creased his brow, unsure exactly why she was cowering under the clearly protective stance of his cousin but not going to press it. "Arian." Quickly after another of his younger siblings found his way to them, pressing into Soren's side. The monochromatic boy looked awkwardly down at his brother not completely sure how to respond. Then a croaking whine escaped Raziel and the boy's expression softened. "I know." He spoke softly. Get used to it kid. He added silently, not for the first time feeling that old sense of betrayal spring up in him.
Then he turned his gaze once more to Arian. "I was thinking I'd take th-" But his speech was interrupted by a form he knew approaching the group. Sarak, the man that had once tried to be his father approached and Soren grew ridged. He snapped his jaw shut with an audible click. Hazels narrowed at the man spoke but Soren would make no move to stop whatever it was his siblings chose to do.
One part of him was wondering if this had been a good idea at all, maybe he should have just left, made it obvious exactly what they could expect from this family and abandon them the way everyone else had. A part of him had made him stay though, he had committed to trying to patch up the hole in their tapestry, he had made himself promise, after all who but he knew best what true abandonment felt like? He could not subject his siblings to that, and as he stared at Sarak he wondered if that would be what they found at the man's paws.