They had to love their family, sickness and all, because they were blood and blood bonded them. Ezekiel watched the stranger, with his bloody eyes and dark pelt, and wondered if he had truly been saved. Gabriel would never forgive him if he fled. Perhaps, neither, would God. He knew he could run; he had done so before. Talitha might go with him, but what would she do out there in the wilderness? She was weak. Her heart and soul were too weak.
“Death finds everyone, one way or another,” he said, remembering the beasts, remembering the dead men, the time his sister had almost been killed by the winter. “Why did you come back?” Came the inevitable question. If there was nothing here, why would this stranger—this man he was certain was related to, even if his name said otherwise—come back to Inferni? It seemed contradictory and foolish to return to a place hated, after all.
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