The Sentinels les moissonneurs

Constantine’s eyes rise to the sky as the other answers him with more uncertainty – yet it was better than false hope and pretenses. He briefly wonders how far the swarm of locusts had gone – what devastation they had placed upon intricate world he had come to know.
 
It seemed a cruel twist of fate for him to come home to reunite with his family, only to have them all so endangered.
 
“You smell faintly of Lasher – you are Donnelaith?” The question was spurned only to make himself feel useful then. He could not bring food or hope to his family.. but he could at least try to protect the borders they remained within.