Hushed Willows Shall we play, Doctor?

He had never doubted the perfection of his sister, her nature at her core as good as any he'd ever known. He took a slow breath, letting his eyes close as he focused for a moment just on her presence. In her could be raised a great storm, as surely as anything he'd ever known. She chose the higher path though, she chose to be stronger than what was in her. In that regard she was the strongest person he'd ever known. Stark looked at her for a moment, giving a nod.

"You're too good for a mess like me." He said fondly. "It won't get that bad though." It can't - I won't let it. Echoed a small voice in the back of his head. Stark couldn't carry the entire world on his shoulders but that had never stopped him before. Such a trivial detail was beyond him, his push for the greater good overwhelming. "I'm gonna try and see where Mordecai has looked for him - maybe we can get some teams going to bring Pippin home."