Ouroboros Spine you don't recall our house near the ocean

kivaluk is quiet as sakhmet apologizes, ears twitching when her voice wavers. there is a gamut of emotions that flood within kivaluk's chest then. guilt and anger in contention for the lead and most dominate of them.

mama — he croons, voice cracking with thick, unspoken emotions: not wanting her to carry the burden of akkuma's decisions or his disappointment. neither was hers' to bear.

you are not responsible for akkuma's decisions. not anymore. they were old enough to make them for themselves and akkuma had made his long ago, following along the path he'd set for himself since kigipigak's trip back to his birth home.

the love of his brother and mother — and father — were not enough and though that smarts and stings mercilessly like a wound refusing to heal, kivaluk is determined not to carry it. he would do as he's always done: soldier on. do not be sorry for him.