Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

The response he receives is confusing and exhilarating in equal measures. It's the kind of confession he craves, in truth, though he hadn't known it before now; the admission of his presence being important in such decisions, different, life-changing in the way Kratos's has been for him. Still, it leaves too much uncertain about the current subject to be as comforting as he'd like.
What if... being with me means you can't have kids? What if I can't give you that? He turns away, suddenly unable to face Kratos. And then it slips out. I killed my sister. He sucks in a breath, heart immediately starting to race. The force and suddenness of it leaves him lightheaded for a moment. When he continues, his voice is a little less level than before. There's still a strange detached quality to it, though, almost as if he's talking about something that happened to someone else. I was too young to realize it at first. She was a newborn, and I was a few months old and... jealous. Everyone freaked out, and I realized I fucked up, so I ran.