Broken Boulder seething

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her obstinate body language, totally resistant to anything between them. He knew it was his fault, mostly. He'd put all his effort into shielding Alarian from Arnlith's wrath, had spared barely a thought for the girl. But she had Celia, and their other sisters. Why hate him so? It stuck in his craw.

"Look, I know there's no love lost between us," Zamael said, voice bordering on a sigh. "But I am happy to see you again. These last couple years have been fucked up. For everyone, it seems like. It's just, you know, good to be with family. That includes you."

So Lanawyn--sorry, Eris--had found Alarian once again. How so quickly? He was envious of her, for a brief moment; she'd gotten more time with his brother than he had. Than he ever would. All those days, those moments, just gone. He hoped she'd served as an adequate confidante and friend to him, at least. Kid was on the verge of falling apart, it sometimes seemed.