Gilded Bay The Shadow In The Background Of The Morgue

The Lordling listened carefully, ears fanning back and forth at appropriate times through the tale as his feelings fluxuated. Burke and Malice hadn't done anything wrong -- as far as Vassago knew, they were in love, and what was wrong with that? -- and even the boy couldn't find fault in the actions of his parents. In fact, it seemed more like the fault of The Brotherhood itself, made of jealous wolves. 

Perhaps it was Burke's other kids, the ones called Damein, Cicero, and Potema -- were they mad that Burke had more kids? Is that why Kendra, too, was out here?

                       "Dad has other kids than you? Did they not want to share him? Did they take over when he left? Who's Nemesis?"

It then occurred to him that Kendra might be jealous too -- would she be mad that he came along, like the others? It barely phased him that the wolves were trained killers: he'd already made up his mind to wait until he was better trained to so much as think about facing them. Especially now that he had information, there was less of a reason to seek them out. 

                                               "W-What about you? Do you hate us for taking Dad from you? Why don't you come back with me, see him?"