The Sentinels yet dawn is ever the hope of men

Whatever distance his sister felt, it was not mutual; he sensed it, though, ever perceptive when it came to his loved ones. Her dismissive gesture stung, and he hesitated to share more knowing he was no longer privy to the details of her life. After a moment, he decided distancing himself would not heal the gap. It would heal.. it could be no other way, he assured himself.
I'd rather hear about you, Cortland said finally, following Mona with eyes trained on her rather than the ruined forest. Had something terrible happened to her, to make her so reluctant to share? Or perhaps he had waited too long to find her; he couldn't know. Taking a breath, he admitted: I've missed you. I think about you a lot. I just want to... know if you've been happy.