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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  call me the world's sexiest killing machine; kharon
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    kharon

    oh baby, I have not been kind

    He nodded. He'd try to find information on Uncle Ruan. Hopefully, the guy was still alive and well and could come to see Kali and Dad. Maybe that might help bring her out of this prolonged silence.

    He gave Dad a sad sort of smile and nodded. Sure, he'd try to find a place that was restful when it got too bad in his head, too loud. He hadn't ever told anyone the range of his telepathy and would likely always keep it to himself. It was better that way. Maybe he wasn't completely sure of the range himself anyway. Maybe it varied depending on the situation at hand or his surroundings or his emotions.

    "Whatever you need though, okay?" He nodded once again as Dad continued. They could get away and take Kali with them so she wouldn't have to leave his side. Him and Kali... That sounded pretty damn nice, really. Even if he wasn't completely certain she remembered much of... before. Maybe time alone would let him figure it out sort of. But not likely. Since she wouldn't talk and was trapped in this enveloping traumatic depression.

    He sighed.

    Yeah. A great brother.

    He gave Dad another small smile, "Thanks, Dad. I'll do whatever the family needs." They were everything to him. Everything he'd ever known. And Umbra, of course. And sort of Dad's friend although she never spoke to him or anything... Probably didn't want to. It was clear who she was here for and he supposed Kali got grandfathered into that sort of just by being with Dad a lot.

    He was as close to the spitting image of Dad as anyone could manage. But he supposed he was still his mom's son too. Maybe that mattered less for a tiny precious girl.

    Maybe he should get away now, actually.

    "I think I'll find a place to rest," he told him hollowly, wings lifting and stretching in preparation. He settled his grey gaze on Dad's though, just in case. "Would you like me to do anything more?"

    I wish I could scrape away the dirt that's on my mind

    Quotes are speech. Italics are telepathy
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