Bearclaw Valley One year later...

Valette greeted him back and told him to stop apologising. He opened his maw then, ready to apologise for apologising before shutting it, realising that firstly, it was a stupid move, and secondly, it was not needed. He cocked an eyebrow however, when the dark furred female told him that she hoped he was not here to assassinate her. "My master has abandoned me," Icarus said carefully. "My master was the one who gave me targets to kill. As He is gone, I am purposeless. I have no one to serve, no one to kill. Even my brother-" he stopped then, and swallowed thickly. "Even my brother has left me." Perhaps Phaethon had not meant to leave him on purpose. In his mind, Icarus knew that his twin would not willingly ditch him, but subconsciously, Icarus felt that it was easier to play the part of the victim.

The ghost shook his head, "Do not apologise," he stated calmly. "You have nothing to apologise for. It is I who is sorry, for unsettling you." He had been taught by his master that he was always the one who was wrong, never anybody else. Ica would always be the one who had made a mistake, who caused someone to turn against him. Master had made sure that if he ever blamed somebody, it would be himself. "I would like that very much," Icarus nodded, "I have always wondered what it is like to be raised with love." He said the word 'love' in a doubtful tone, the word very much strange on his tongue. It was a word he had always known, before never truly understood the meaning behind it, for he never had love, except, perhaps from his twin.