Swiftcurrent Creek i brought you my bullets; you brought me your love

The harsh words bounced off him like feathers against a brick wall. After the pain he'd endured, nothing would hurt as much, least of all a verbal excoriation from his estranged sister.

Still, he was not without at least a modicum of shame.

I came to see who still was here, Hex answered mildly. To see, perhaps, if. . .mother had returned. But I don't smell her here. How's our brother? 

Goddamned if he could not remember their sibling's name.

Who did that? he said again, nodding toward her scars.