Ankyra Sound if home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked

Teeth came his way, and he braced himself. He deserved it, all of it. And in that moment, he was willing to let Alarian tear him apart, if that would bring his brother some semblance of peace. He closed his eyes tight, waiting for the blinding pain and hot smell of blood.

Instead, he felt a sting and then a dull impact as Alarian collapsed with a thunk against him. He was too weak to even fight, damn it. Zamael began to cry, opening his eyes and letting the tears free. He pushed his nose into his brother's salt-crusted ruff and sobbed, wishing that everything would just be normal.

But it would never be normal for them, would it?