[/html]Family was what kept them alive, it seemed, while simultaneously destroying them slowly. He had never known his father well, but that made it easy to remember the few things that others had told him. Anyone that looked at him could have seen that Laruku had not been happy leading Clouded Tears, but Gabriel had told him that the pack had been his family's, and that he "fell into that cycle," and that was that. He supposed his half-brother had been the same way then, and now his son, as well.
They loved their family and their clan while knowing full well that they were all diseased. Kharma understood this. In truth, he was not so different in that regard, but while he loved them, they were no longer his family. His family was small and scattered. It did not fester here. It did not threaten to consume itself. Perhaps he was selfish.
"Take her with you," he said. It was what he had done. It was what Gabriel himself had told him to do. "Perhaps Inferni needs to fall apart." Kharma stood slowly and looked at the sea. It reminded him of death. "If we are doomed, then we needn't stay here to wait out our sentences. "
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