drinking wine made for disaster

[Jefferson Soul]

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From what he was informed, he and Haku had never really gotten along in the first place. Apparently there had been some distaste in the air between he and Haku's father, Lisichka, for obvious reasons: The cyclops' father had disappeared, and his mother had moved on. Jefferson had been young once, and from his understanding Maluki had not been the most mature nor mentally stable of folk. As far as his interaction with Haku went, it had been limited and the two had barely known each other before Maluki had up and left. Haku had been able to recognize him years later despite the growth of age and scars, and from there no brother-life relationship had ever been formed. "I'm not sure I've known him as anything else," he dipped his head, green eye scouring over the charred lands once more. For some reason it repeatedly drew his attention back as if each glance needed to verify it was still dead and gone. Tattered ears flattened briefly and his gaze became sympathetic as it was returned to the Aquila. They had not been on good terms once, but it was clear to Jefferson that Gabriel was as concerned with Inferni as the Patriarch was with Phoenix Valley -- they would both go to extreme measures to ensure its safety. "What happens now? Have you brought him down?"

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