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Meerkat had more questions. As they flew from her lips Mou wasn't sure if answering them would be wise; he had to be careful, despite the way the look on her face pulled at his heart strings. He wanted to alleviate the pain and the worry, but he also had to think of his family first — and Maegi was his family. The rest had damned him and disowned him.

As Aiolos did his best to answer, Mou felt increasingly uneasy. He was not a bad liar; such a thing came easily to him after years of silence and improvisation. He had to hold his tongue now and let things play out, lest the Redhawks learn the truth and bring death to their doorstep.

That was all he knew of his family now — that they would do anything to destroy what he had, what he was. That meant Yuelong was now in danger too, and their numbers dwindled by the day.

Mou looked on helplessly, only to draw his attention to the dirt and then to the pale woman who offered support to his niece; that should have been his role as family, he thought. If he hadn't screwed things up so much in the past —

It wasn't worth dwelling on.