Heron Lake Plateau Aftermath

sick. sick.

sick?

an unconscious part him wished for a more satisfying reason. he didn’t know what that would be exactly. certainly not sick.

the warm tears that collected in his eyes now slowly trickled down his face. he didn’t understand. that was no excuse for leaving. was it just a lie to keep him content? yes, yes it had to be. well he didn’t believe any of it. orochi gave his mother a accusatory, heartbroken glare before whipping his head in the other direction.

minori’s words went ignored until she addressed the whelp. even then he didn’t properly meet her gaze. you will guard, she says. this command would not sink in until later. he was too shattered to think straight. fine, he hissed through clenched teeth.