misstep and misplaced

Arcus would glare ahead, feeling his storms intensify as Glacier seemed to grow irritated, or angry...or hurt. Anger, he knew from experiance, was the perfect way to cover up pain, weakness. So he'd stare ahead, feeling the hell fire at his paws grow stronger as Glacier, the immovable object, felt strongly with every word he said. It was almost satisfying, but a large part of himself also felt guilt and regret. It wasnt his place at all to criticize Glacier and their energetic brother, but it also...was? It was all a strange predicament. And he would pause then, his thoughts turning to the little girl he met and her promised feather. Her light seemed to almost calm him down, and he'd take a strong breath of sea air before continuing. "I was asking a question" He said deeply, the words thick on his tongue as they almost refused to come out. "Look," He said, pausing again to look up at Glacier. "You try..hard, I get it, I appreciated. Whoever managed to convince Astrea that her place was on the earth was...well, brilliant. You pushed the others to do things they wouldnt have done other wise. But...there are just too many of us, I think, for you two to be able to be all big brother mentor-y too." With a shake of his head he'd look down the beach again. "Some of us just...slip through the cracks, ya know?" It wasnt anger this time...so, his sadness and lonliness seemed to be shining through the storm.