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Edmund shook his head with a wet laugh, "Not possible." Gods he loved his brother. He was going to miss Jude horribly. Even though his motives were based on emotion more than logic, the young Ancient still felt that him leaving was necessary. Maybe hiding his becoming an Ancient wasn't the best choice. But waiting till he had a better handle on his new powers and tendencies was. Regardless, the end result was the same so the Ancient nodded firmly. "I'll come home as soon as I can. I promise." Edmund grinned at Jude before kissing the child's forehead. "Alright? It'll be ok. I'll try to be back by Flowerbirth." Edmund the prince of torchline