Moonspear long in tooth and soul

Arcturus wished he had not revisited the memories of his childhood — for the ghosts that rose fervently from his oft-nailed down thoughts were relentless. he had never forgotten his father nor mother - not their faces, not their eyes, not their souls. revui was much the same way - he recalled him as infrequently as possible, to keep that sarcophagus of his emotions nailed shut.

he had glanced away while dirge spoke. his jaw was taut, eyes hardened. for a while the silence looked between them, tight and cold — yet it was not dirge’s fault. Arcturus’ sudden shift in demeanor was all his own sowing. i hope my father praised you for that.