The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

The longer this dragged on, the more he tossed questions her way, the stronger his disbelief... the better he saw the real fear in her wild eyes. He wanted to think it swam in those vivid irises because she was alone and vulnerable, because she knew he could slay her then and there if he chose to.

He could. He really could, and he thought of the pride he would carry in presenting proof of such a kill to his sister. He would flaunt that mark on his shoulder for the rest of his days.

But what good would it bring for him? Drageda had been gone for a long time now, swept from the earth until all that remained were the memories of what it once meant to him. Had Dacio not already let go, in a sense, by shedding the Drakru name that he'd so desperately clung to?

He felt himself deflate at the mention of those who'd once been kin, now lost to him. The breath in his lungs was exhaled in a sigh, and his glare softened to one of pity as he looked upon the frightened form of his lifelong enemy. A long pause dragged on as he did so, awkward and uncomfortable, before he took another backward step to place further distance between them. 

"What is your name?" Dacio asked of her, aware then that he had never cared to know it.