Noctisardor Bypass [raid] gunpowder meddling

He didn’t tell Abel who he was, not outright. He told him a story of his mother and Indra. But not the Indra he knew. A sister that was not his own, but his mother’s.
N-no. Indra isn’t dead, he thinks aloud in a shaken whisper. Connecting the dots the man had laid before him was a slow going process. And after he whispered his purpose close to Abel’s trembling ear, he could hardly thing at all.
laurel should be dead too, says the man. It makes his blood run cold.
W-wait.. no. No. you.. you can’t — !
Laurel was nothing to this man but the dinner brought to him each night. Nothing but prey meant to die.
Abel shook his head as he backed away. He grew less hesitant with each step.
Mom. His pitiful whispers built into something greater
Help.. help! MOM! HELP!
And he began to run towards the den without a second thought.