That's not what I asked. Her voice shook, the venom it had held just moments ago having dissipated. And then the wall was gone. Sibelle wasn't enraged anymore; she was hurt yes, but no longer was she looking to hurt him with his words. The scent of water reached his nostrils, bringing along with it the realization that his sister was crying. He had brought his sister to the point of tears...Despite having told himself that he couldn't cry in front of Sibelle, that was exactly what Taurig found himself doing; crying. The tears slipped from his blind eyes freely, spilling over his scarred cheeks as the emotions that coiled within him began to slip out. Some older brother he was.
He took a step towards Sibelle, crown held lower than her own, torn ears flattening against his skull, wanting to embrace her. He wanted to hold his baby sister, to tell her that everything was going to be ok, to swear to her that he was never leaving them again. But would she believe him? Would she let him embrace her, as he had embraced his mother and daughter before her? He could only stand in pathetic silence, tears continuing to fall from his milky eyes, hoping that his sister's breaking meant that she was going to forgive him, that she was going to allow him back into her life. Could she put aside all the hurt that he had put her through and let him try to fix the wrong he had done?
