08-16-2008, 10:08 PM
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Rachias had never really quiet understood her bond with Arkham, aside from that they had always gotten along. They'd always been very close, despite their differences. It wasn't until she lost Arkham that she realized it had the potential to be something more than that. After her discussion with Faolin, though, Rachias tried not to dwell on the thoughts or feelings that came with them, they only confused her more. Even then, she was not ready to give up her search for him. She wouldn't let herself believe that he had actually died back in the fire, not until she laid her eyes on some kind of remains, anything that might give some evidence to what had happened to him. "He'll come back." She whispered to her older brother as he pulled her closer, wasting no time to tuck her head in and bury it there against his shoulder. It was the first actual comfort that she had received over the loss, or potential loss, of her brother, and it was hard for her to resist it. Not even Faolin had really understood what the loss meant to her, of all others she should have understood. Sam seemed to understand though, more than she might have expected him to. |