Gabriel could not see Haku as anything but what he was. He could not see the beast as a man, and could not see that man as a boy. He saw the road before his eyes and he saw a path drenched in blood. To imagine sharing a mother with that thing was deplorable. If he had been challenged by such a monster in his family, Gabriel would have destroyed him.
He had done so once before, after all.
Unsure of what the cyclops meant, Gabriel’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was unusually paranoid, and filled with suspicion for all outsiders these days. Still, it was painfully apparent that Jefferson was not here for any foul purpose. For this reason, Gabriel allowed himself to relax slightly. The tension slid out from his shoulders and sunk deep into aching bruises, hidden under that thick, charcoal brushed fur. “Not yet,” he admitted with bitterness in his voice. “He’s cracking. He’ll fall soon enough.” And certainly he would, though at this point even Gabriel could not predict the storm brewing within the Dahlian borders.
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