Moonspear tremble

arcturus was still simmering as charon guided them over moonspear's splintered realm. his tongue was well reined in, and his shame heavily weighing around his neck -- but his mind had never stopped its own revolution.

thankfully his father was the diplomat arcturus would never be -- it was easy for him to navigate to a new subject, drawing a reluctant arcturus along for the switch in conversation by baiting him with the one thing that fascinated children the most: talking about themselves.

he hadn't given his purpose - his own personal legacy - much consideration. arcturus in truth did not find he had much of an identity: he was simply the shadow that hounded his brother's heels, the protector of his sister (and failed one, for yami), and the servant to do hydra's bidding. perhaps in essence all he was was a glorified yes-man, though that term had yet to be taught to him.

"'unno." arcturus mumbled, still set off by what had happened moments prior. and now he was required to be introspective, to measure himself up in the immeasurable eyes of his father - what child wouldn't fail that test?

"i like fighting." he admitted, but his tone was unhappy. "maybe i could be a protector."

but he hadn't protected yami, had he?