Wheeling Gull Isle Bring them home

Judah is quick to toss himself between the preacher man John and the fury of his brother, tucking himself there against Malakai's brest, in both submission and objection. His words, pleading. Pleading for peace. 

Malakai takes a deep breath. 

Not to blame, brother. I seek responsibility...To repent! Now he speaks the words of God in the manner which his parents once had. Their mother, in paticular. Maybe if she hadnt instilled in him the words of God so deeply, he would have been less likely to rebel against her sins of weakness. 

We are our mother's blood and through her sins, so shall we all be punished until she is redeemed. Hear me, brother, for our God says I lay the sins of the parents upon their children and grandchildren; the entire family is affected— even children in the third and fourth generations! 

He no longer speaks to John directly. For the man is correct in his thoughts, that Kai had made up his mind. You will always be my family, Judah. He murmurs, his words once "preachy", now soft and soothing for his twin as he brushes his chin over his crown. Then, with a last glance to John, he turns and makes way back into the greenhills.