Silver Moraine Now your life is out of season

Atreus didn’t know whether it was a good or bad thing that Aventus appeared to ignore his tears. He ached for comfort but loathed the thought of anyone being able to see that need so plainly. His skin flushed hot beneath his pelt. He felt exposed, vulnerable and weak, which in turn made him furious with himself.

He felt cornered by his own decisions and it was beginning to rile him. And like any trapped rat, it was only a matter of time before he lashed out, a desperate measure. He didn’t pose any real threat to Aventus, so Atreus was only a danger to himself.

Leave me alone! he spat childishly. Just leave me alone!