Blackfeather Woods Looking like a true survivor

"No," replied Atshen to Koume's plea, feeling as though her voice felt like nails scraping along slate. Feeling himself stiffen at the sensation that she brought about him, he shook himself in an attempt to rid himself of how he felt. "Go home, Koume," he said sternly, knowing only which twin was before him with the variant in her mismatched eyes.