Noctisardor Bypass I've got a distant memory of previous lives

Every now and then during patrol Anselm found himself analyzing his life so far. His hopes, his failures, his victories, his defeats. He could not fit Etienne into any one sector; and there were times his mind turned over to the seaborn against his consent. 

A warm wind carried through the pines, bringing Etienne’s scent to the ruinwood. For a time Anselm wrestled with what to do with this. At last his stubborn pride got the better of him, and he turned towards the borders with a scowl on his face. 

The Etienne that greeted him was different. The eyes were the same, but the fur, the condition, the feathers — all spoke of a tiring journey. Anselm steeled his heart against the pang of empathy he felt for his once-kill brother, reminding himself that Etienne had chosen this. Over him. Over Rivenwood. 

Vhat do you vant, Etienne? Anselm asked the man at his doorstep, unable to hide the bite of fatigue in his impatient tone.