Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

As she spoke, he noted that they had a collective history through their ancestry. That did tie them together in a way, even if blood had nothing to do with it. But as far as he was concerned, they shared blood somewhere, even if it was rather distant. He hadn't been aware of it, but the tension he was feeling had begun to subside little by little. Yet there was still a ways to go before he felt he would ever fully come around.

“That's unfortunate to hear. My mother and father left not that long before the eruption occurred. They didn't know it had happened until others from our family who stayed came and told them.” And for a moment, he wondered if they would have known Ptarmigan's family. He knew at the end, the Endores had spread out considerably, like frayed ends. In a sense, his own family had begun to do the same, but not because of lack of trying to keep them together. It was simply just the way it went.

It would have also seemed it was what had brought them together over considerable distances. “Despite our differences, it is nice to meet family.” At that point he offered Viggo a thin smile, also glad that he was there.