Noctisardor Bypass jusdreinen

Etienne moved into the light. He had been near the laboring mouth den. Had heard the cries and the pleas. He had kept his herbs nearby and he waited quietly. And another piece of him fell, torn asunder. As he too wondered if the babes belonged to Anselm or Glaukos and he despised them all. At least this moment in time.

There was deep deep pain in his spirit and he was so angry. Angry at Anselm for keeping him nearby for giving him hope over and over and removing it just as quickly. He was mad at Glaukos for the new wounds on his spirit, his body, and his heart he was furious at Druid for being sick and demanding his care. And he was angry at Heda for stealing Anselm, for begging him to stay. But he hated no one more than he absolutely loathed himself.

Weak Etienne, bleeding heart Etienne, spineless Etienne. He had been unable to save his family, he had been unable to put his uncle back together. He had been unable to keep himself and Anselm safe and he had been unable to block Heda and Druid both from pain.

At the first cries of the babies and when he knew they would be fine. He dropped his herbs at the feet of Glaukos. Golden gaze burning into the mans face and hide. Then he turned away. Back to the shadows and overhanging trees. Let the Mon Fou fight over each other.