Blackfeather Woods Smells like teen spirit

Kendra seemed to have no filter in her speech, and it reminded Damien of another sibling who seemed to have dealt with the same case in his younger days. It did not pain him to know that Kendra thought Damien was self-absorbed, he knew he had been a shit brother lately, but it sure made him feel guilty.

The dark prince sighed, feeling the last smudge of the joy the baby plant had brought him fade away.

"I am so sorry Kendra," he said, somewhat steering away from the conversation. "I should have been there for you when Pietro left us... I was a terrible brother to you, and to him as well." he admitted feeling a knot forming in his throat. He lowered his head then to Kendra's level, looking beaten and regretful with dull eyes and flat ears.