[/html]Since Arkham still lived in Inferni when Ezekiel was born and lived in the same house, I'm assuming they'd met, if briefly. It's not an issue if Zeke doesn't remember though since he was so young.
There had always been stories of curses in the valley. He had been ignorant as a child, having been content to confine himself to Inferni and to ignore the rest of the world. Rachias had been the curious one, and she had inherited the history book penned by their father. Clouded Tears had had their alpha's curse, though it appeared that the pattern of members leaving and returning had existed there too. By blood or by bond alone, their kind relied on one another in this way, and it was difficult to escape the sense of family, the sense of belonging, the sense of home. It seemed superficial in a way, but that didn't really matter.
Kharma did know how to answer the new Aquila. There was the name he had been born with -- this name his nephew would recognize, but it was an identity he had long since rejected in hopes that that rejection would be enough. There was the name he had since adopted, the name his daughters knew to be the truth, and which he wished truly was. There ways of answering "who" without names, certainly, but in the end, they only described what names implied more efficiently.
"A memory," he said tentatively, "You won't see me again after tonight, so it doesn't matter much." He did not want to lie to Ezekiel. It was silly of him, really. He contradicted himself in so many ways.
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