[/html]He had wondered before why Rachias had been the only one given their father's name. Perhaps it had been clear, even at birth, that she had been different and special. Or perhaps those traits had grown out of that name, out of her desire to learn more about it and where it had come from. Her heritage was still undeniably Lykoi, of course, as his was, as their brother's was (and their strange, lost sister as well), but the significance of a name... well, it was something to note, at least. Kharma looked like a Lykoi because he was one in blood -- but in name, no longer. There was significance in this, even if it was futile or childish. These were the things he chose for himself.
The traveler turned back to the stone. "My brother," he said, gesturing. "Your father and his sister killed him here." He did not know if Ezekiel had been there at the time. Indeed, he had never actually had the courage to visit the clan then, to confront Gabriel. In the end, that had happened by chance, and he had been too content to walk away. "He deserved it," he added, sounding like the sea. There had never been any pleasant memories associated with Andrezej, and suddenly, Kharma forgot why he had decided to come. He was wandering, but he did not know how to wander.
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