Duskfire Glacier Here's to crappy childhoods

He hated to bring up such a painful topic, but he was glad to hear her answer. "You know what bad leadership looks like." Siarut explained, as she finished her statement. Still avoiding her gaze, as his the scar on his shoulder burned, the pale man looked away from the ground. "That's what I need in a second. Someone who will call me on my shit, as it were." Sia wasn't usually one to use such foul language, but he wanted to get his point across to his bad mouthed sister.

Deciding then and there that this was the moment, he grew couragous and refocused his intense green gaze on his baby sister. "I need you to call me out, and have my back." Sia was sure she would understand that he was referring to her becoming the Malġuk, his second. He couldn't trust himself with such a huge responsibility without his bestfriend and protege by his side.