Moonspear BWP5—siren

Dragomir nodded along. It wasn't like he had anywhere else he could go. Vercingetorix had struck a deal with Moonspear's queen for the safety of his cubs, but he wasn't around anymore to honour his part of it, so it was up to Dragomir and Isilmë to make good on their sire's word. It occurred to him only briefly that he could have returned to Diaspora, lived the life he'd been born into, but why burn a bridge to follow one leader he only remembered as strong when there was a strong leader right here in front of him?

Mahler had not come back to the riverlands, either. He hadn't thought much of it, what with the world ending around them, but did Diaspora's gravel-hewn Kapitän truly care about them more than Hydra at this point? If their own mother did not care about them then how could anyone else claim to?

He had nothing but agreement for being trained to fight, but when it came to Aurëwen, there he disagreed. It was the disagreement of a young and unsettled boy who sought somewhere to place the blame for all the misfortune of his life, and had chosen to place it all upon her the day she left and never returned. To see her suffer everything he had was a dark and horrible desire. Willing her dead was a worse one, but Dragomir shook his head all the same. I would rather know she's dead than know that she ... that, he had to fight down his tears and bite back the desire to sob, that she just left us a-and doesn't care.

Hydra was right, of course—the best thing he could do was kill her figuratively, remove her power over him and deny her what she would one day regret and crave to remedy—but his feelings were too strong right now to see the sense in it.

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