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He had left his father with a strange feeling in his heart. A chilling sensation closer to numbness than any acute emotion. A vague sense of uncertainty or weight. Was this doubt? Was this what Yami felt as she fled the mountain? Or Korei, as she was cast aside from her blood? Revui knew very little about the world and that included his older sibling; tales of her were primarily anecdotal, used to impress certain lessons unto the children as they grew. He had always told himself to not be like her - but now, perhaps, Revui would have to add his littermate to that list, even if he had begun to empathize.

He was a conundrum of thoughts; a whirlwind contained in a mountain's corporeal body. Fighting across the terrain as he let off steam and tried not to think on such serious topics, Revui eventually came across the scent of his sister and felt the urge to seek her out. To confront her - chiefly to gloat on what their father had decided. Yet when he found her, Revui could only say one thing. 

Father used the word hysteria when he spoke of you. Are you sick? He wasn't aware of how this statment might bother her, and was busy thinking about how easily he could access the magical trees Speedy had taught him to use. Of this was an illness, perhaps willow bark could fix it?