Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

arcturus had not known of wraen’s terse history with either his father or hydra. he received the news the way one would when they preferred to not have heard it — with a slight frown and pulled lip.

maybe reparations could be made — a hopeful thought instantly dashed by wraen’s admission things could never be repaired between her and hydra. well, heck. why not? what happened fully? arcturus felt maybe if he knew the whole picture he could put the pieces back together again — or at least nudge them together in a way that might lead to something worthwhile.

all the same wraen’s words kept repeating in his mind. on an impulse, mostly because wraen had managed to compliment him and stir something akin to prideful flattery in the boy, arcturus found himself blurting something he didn’t truly mean. i don’t care what hydra thinks. his mouth closed with a click of surprise — he knew that was not true .. but in the moment he was tired of how, it always boiled down to his sister and what she wanted. he felt awful for what he had said, and remorse settled deeply into his heart. yet he could not take back those words - those ugly, untrue words. that’s not what i mean... i just.. we’re our own people and we can make our own decisions, you know?