Firefly Glen I know a boat you can get on

Antares did not like hearing the status of his brother any, either. It was leading him to believe that the lack of news about his sudden absence was potentially bad. Considering the state that Atlas had been in last he had seen, it did not inspire great hope in him. Every day the trail only got colder, and he couldn't chase wildly after him when there was no proof he would want to be found.

Bronco's voice brought his ears up for a second, though he splayed them slowly out after. Was an apology what he had called him for? Or was sight of him truly that pitiful? The unfamiliar look of hurt he felt, despite him trying to shield it, made him uneasy in himself suddenly. Mm, he grunted, and looked away. He couldn't disagree, but maybe it would have only killed Bronco as well. Maybe he could have helped tip the favor, or help spare a life though.

Antares felt small, and cornered by his grief. I was too late, too. he added quietly, and glanced back to the Blackthorn once it was out. He felt his mouth sour when his unwarranted, knee-jerk next thought was: when am I going to lose you, too?