Whitewater Gorge The Scars on My Mind Are on Replay, R-Replay

Though he had been quiet in his addition, Hotaru couldn't help but tense at her brother's harsh words. Maybe she was avoiding the truth, but she wasn't pretending. She had seen both meet their blood ends. Her mother's torn flesh and sunken bones, her father ripped to shreds before her very eyes. Both were very much dead and there was no coming back.

Without missing a beat, the woman, Miriam, offered for them to follow. Truthfully, she didn't want to follow. She wanted her own mom back. It didn't have to be at the Vale, she'd be happy living anywhere if it meant those happy songs and comforting embraces again...but...Hotaru didn't need to look at her brother. They both knew they had nothing else and this was perhaps their best choice now, so with a dropped gaze, the pale girl nodded.