Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

Crying....he hated it so much. The way someone's pain filled gaze was the surest way to soften him up. As soon as her eyes crinkled and he watched her expression further darken his ears fell back against his head. Jaw clenched tightly as she admitted that his sister was lost too he searched within his head and found...nothing. He didn't even remember her aside from a dark blur that he recalled being somewhat wary of and thus shrugged it off "I haven't seen her" he was sorry for it left a hole inside of him, an unknown piece that he wasn't sure he'd find again which would nag away at him just as his mother had until this day. Unsure if she was confessing to him or responding to the question he studied her lowering his rear to the ground "So...that's been your focus?" he had to admit in a way knowing she'd thought of them struck a chord "You seem miserable enough...it hurt me so I guess it wouldn't be too surprising for it to hurt you." he was guessing here but added a shake of his head anyway. He'd studied her long enough to see that she was startlingly young, she didn't even seem to be Vanity's age "You really do look miserable. Are you okay?" he repeated himself this time meeting her gaze with a look of determination and concern.