Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Neron hates that he can see where his brother is coming from, having held the reins of leadership for long enough to know what it's like, to think of the whole rather than just oneself. He's come a long way, from the selfish lawyer of Northaven. And he supposes that Loren has given up the brand of Launceleyn, so killing him or no, Neron ought not to have expected family to take precedence. "I see," he says slowly.
"...Well, I hope that should you find yourself in the same position, you'll act more quickly. The Voice hasn't hurt anyone so far with this cure." His brow furrows suddenly, however, the Hailstorm tilting his head at his twin. "What made you hand over the metal in the end?" he asks, not knowing how to justify his brother's sudden change of heart.
"...Well, I hope that should you find yourself in the same position, you'll act more quickly. The Voice hasn't hurt anyone so far with this cure." His brow furrows suddenly, however, the Hailstorm tilting his head at his twin. "What made you hand over the metal in the end?" he asks, not knowing how to justify his brother's sudden change of heart.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
