03-04-2008, 12:56 AM
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“Yeah, that's what I've heard,” he said after Skoll reiterated the things that Phasma had told him. Syemv had gone through hell in a sense and now it was gone. Inferni had the house where he had been born in and were more than likely enjoying the goods that they had taken over. It was kind of sad, really, but perhaps for the better in the long run. He didn't know how things would have gone if they would have done such a thing while his mother and father were there. Would we even been there, right now?[/html]
“Hopefully the worst of the worst is over and done with. What's done is done and as much as I would like to stroll back into that house…” he murmured, trailing off and shaking the distance in the grasp that the past held on him. He wasn't much of a dweller, anyway. The tides in the conversation turned and with it a considerable revelation came about with them, because he hadn't expected to be asked about who his father was. “Why do you ask? His name is Cross,” and well, the pieces had a tendency to fall where they lay but he didn't pick them up and put them together—the idea that his family had crossed paths with this wandering bowman.