Neverwinter Forest house of leaves

Pasha watched with uncertainty as a rather confused expression came scrawling across the otherwise wondered features of his brother. It was like a barb that broke through an armor he was still tempering; he didn't expect a feeling akin to I should not be here to come crawling viciously along his spine. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when Rannoch spoke and with it, felt himself get a grip on warding off the unwanted sensations. He let a smile settle onto his face easily.

"No, I'm not Dad," he answered. "I'm your brother. I'm Pasha," he went on to explain, wondering if he'd even been understood. How old had he been when things suddenly started to make sense? Then again, maybe the more appropriate question fell along the lines of wondering how old he had been when he started realizing that a lot of things around him were not as they seemed. He had been the last of his siblings to comprehend and sense the rift that had grown between his father and mother, after all.