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his eyes widened as merrick spoke, talking of his great sin against his mother. he couldn't imagine. . . he held anger against radha, for what she had done, but to take her life—?!

surya saw her face now, her green gaze a mirror to his. blinked, then, and shook himself.

how many others? he asked, the casual tone of his voice not matching his haunted visage. delving into the madness of merrick might be rattling, but it was leaps and bounds better than confronting his own demons. 

then, he supposed, he'd have to reconcile with what made them similar—

and that was something he didn't want to do. at least not at the moment.