[It hurts, Tempus being mad at him. And it's worse because Serif understands it. So it's not like he can argue. He'd be mad at himself too...
...No, he doesn't even need to imagine that. He is mad at himself. A wave of self loathing goes through him as his brother stands up and it honestly makes him feel physically ill.
He looks up at his brother while he talks. And he knows what kind of answer he wants to give. He wants to tell Tempus what's bothering him. He wants to tell him about the nightmare he had, about how real it felt, like he was really back in that golden hallway, facing a kid so unlike the one they'd gotten to know. He wants to tell him all about his 'pen-pal' and the promise he made and about everything...
Serif actually opens his mouth to speak, the words he wants to say the most already ready to go.
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...No, he doesn't even need to imagine that. He is mad at himself. A wave of self loathing goes through him as his brother stands up and it honestly makes him feel physically ill.
He looks up at his brother while he talks. And he knows what kind of answer he wants to give. He wants to tell Tempus what's bothering him. He wants to tell him about the nightmare he had, about how real it felt, like he was really back in that golden hallway, facing a kid so unlike the one they'd gotten to know. He wants to tell him all about his 'pen-pal' and the promise he made and about everything...
Serif actually opens his mouth to speak, the words he wants to say the most already ready to go.
"I don't want to be alone."]