01-11-2009, 12:40 AM
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indent There was something different about the boy (though Arkham was hardly a boy anymore). In his voice, mostly. Something that signaled there had been a rift, a definitive changing point. Trigger, heap. Vague sensations that didn’t matter anymore. He wondered how long his half-brother had been here, what had happened to him after the fire, if Rachias had ever found him.
indent The question broke Gabriel’s concentration and he blinked, inhaled, and let steam out into the cold air. “I’m fine,” he said calmly, a default response. My father is dead, my wife is gone, my daughter broken. He was fine. He had to be. Someone had to be the rock. “I’m sorry about your father,” he offered, unable to do more then that.
indent There was something different about the boy (though Arkham was hardly a boy anymore). In his voice, mostly. Something that signaled there had been a rift, a definitive changing point. Trigger, heap. Vague sensations that didn’t matter anymore. He wondered how long his half-brother had been here, what had happened to him after the fire, if Rachias had ever found him.
indent The question broke Gabriel’s concentration and he blinked, inhaled, and let steam out into the cold air. “I’m fine,” he said calmly, a default response. My father is dead, my wife is gone, my daughter broken. He was fine. He had to be. Someone had to be the rock. “I’m sorry about your father,” he offered, unable to do more then that.