ooc: Kit is sadface. (537 words)
Liam nodded. As much as he wanted to argue, there really was no point. Amaranth was trying to make the situation better, telling him that they were brave and stupid by nature. To be honest that didn't help him all that much – maybe he was brave, which sometimes made him do stupid things, but he had never really considered himself (or any of his family members) stupid before. Nonetheless, all he did was shrug and utter a simple “Mhm.” as he returned 'Mara's smile with a forced, false one of his own.
Liam sighed as he gave his Uncle's grave one last look. For a moment his eyes went and rested on his sister's own grave – it was almost a year old. To think a tiny body was resting below, a body that had been in his mother's womb with him. Liam knew about his sister. He didn't really remember how or when he'd found out – had he always known? – but he did know. Along with Noah, Ame had been born into the world but unfortunately for her she'd never gotten to experience a single breath. Liam often wondered what it would be like to have a sister his own age. Would he have liked her? Would she still be here? Maybe she would have fought alongside him, Robin and Ayasha? Or maybe she would have been more like Felicity, Robin's sister. Maybe she would have been too girly too fight...
As quickly as he had glanced at Ame's grave, Liam glanced away and fell into step with 'Mara. He was a little caught off guard by her sudden demand. He had to promise that he wouldn't die. As morbid as it sounded, Liam knew that wasn't possible. No one could 'survive'. You were born, you lived and you died. The circle of life... What? Liam was scared and angry and sad and... and he had every right to think such thoughts in his condition! He knew she didn't mean it that way though and that she was telling him that he needed to not die on her during the war. Then she spoke of him taking care of their mother and the young pups – three little ones that were still so vulnerable... Liam nodded firmly. “I promise, sis.” he said softly. He did see through her words and noticed the meaning behind them. He could tell a part of 'Mara was considering the possibility that she wouldn't make it. 'take care of mom and the pups'. She was saying it as though she wouldn't be around to help out herself. Liam's heart ached. He wouldn't be able to handle any more loss... especially not his sister. She had Niro, Jiva... their mom...
She had a lot more to lose. She couldn't die. “According to me, Uncle Zafier was a great wolf, in life and in death. That's what I'll tell our little brothers and sister.” he said with a certain nod. It was odd how he had never really said much to Zafier – a few greetings, answering questions when he was addressed... but otherwise he had never actually struck a conversation with the man. Liam regretted it.
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