Stone Circle vittorio

Laurel didn't know what she was expecting. Whether she thought he might answer that he already knew or whether he might answer that he didn't care or whether he might answer in tears or whether he might say that he knew because he killed her himself or someone he knew had killed her. She didn't know but somehow none of those options were entirely ridiculous, what with how long she had not seen Merrick now. He had grown, and she had grown, and she didn't know if Indra had even seen him in the meantime. Laurel certainly had not. Maybe the same went for Indra.

When Merrick's façade crumbled Laurel just looked at him, her face blank and guarded. She wanted to feel bad for him, she really did. Wanted to hug him and tell him it'd be okay, tell him he still had her, tell him they were family and all of that. But she just couldn't. So she just stared as time ticked by.

Only when he said that she never came back, Laurel spoke. Not the reassuring words she had intended or wanted but couldn't but instead words defending her sister and poking holes in his sob story. Had she really become this cold, that she did not care and did not feel for him at all? Or had she always been this cold? We did come back for you, Laurel said, remembering they had come to the Hollow. Had they gone back before they were kicked out because they had no room for her pups? Or had Indra returned to the Hollow alone first, to look for Merrick? Laurel didn't remember the details but she remembered -- You left.