Sunset Valley no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face

Of course the words were hard to hear when they spilled from his brother. A gentle throaty whine vibrated through Absynthe's neck and out lightly parted jaws -- as if the vibrations of his whine might shift the pieces of his brother back into place.

But I don't. He admitted softly as he sunk towards the earth slightly, quite literally hiding in this brother's shadows. I could never. No matter what.