Ankyra Sound it's easier than waiting around to die

Yeah, fine the dark-helmed boy muttered back. Raleska spared her brother a glance, wondering if he was doing the same as her and killing whatever feelings dared bloom inside of him; perhaps he too was doctoring his emotions, committing them to a deep and concealed death.

Had she been aware of his thoughts, she might have felt guilt harangue her - outsider, outsider, outsider - she might have shook her head and told him he was wrong - that he was part of Rusalka just like everyone else, and had been their family all along.

But she wasn't aware of his thoughts, she was only aware of him - his edges momentarily softened, and a vulnerability briefly appeared, quickly eclipsed. Raleska managed a bare smile, a fleeting expression that warmed her features enough to know that it had been genuine. Admittedly, had Illidan not been the first to disarm himself, Raleska would not have been so unguarded in turn. "We did too." She mumbled, finding it hard to hold his gaze as well. "What...." She halted, hating herself for being so nosy, and asking anyway: "what was it like?" Do you miss them?