Noctisardor Bypass High and Dry

There was little use reasoning with stone. Anselm shifted to look between the siblings, feeling the edges of his consciousness frayed by defeat.

It was not fair.

His gaze flickered to Etienne's face as Suzu continued to speak, lodging several good points into the conversation that deserved consideration. He'd come to his own conclusion about Glaukos -- and truthfully, the man was the one thing that stood in their way to truly belonging to Rivenwood. It was not as if he stayed for Druid.

He liked to believe he didn't stay for Heda either, but the knifelike twist in his gut told him that was not true.

Still, it was hard to argue with logic.

Fuck him. Anselm spat into the dirt, his sole contribution to Suzu's salient point.