Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

Deep down, Kenneth did miss his twin brother and he knew he would also wish to have Keithen by his side once more. Twins were meant to be with each other after all, they could not absolutely nothing to change it. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he would see his white brother before he died, not that he was going to die so soon. Casting those thoughts away, the black bastard's white eyes turned to Damien once more as the teen said he did not know who his twin was called but he had left a long time ago and that he' was not part of the shadow child's life any more.

"He was your father wasn't he?" Kenneth asked with a small tilt of his proud ebony crown. "Your biological father, I mean," remembering that Damien had another father figure now, and probably a better one than Keithen would ever be.