08-26-2008, 05:52 PM
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There was a war all her own waging itself in her head as she stood watching. Talitha had revealed the horrible things that Andre had done, at least to the extent that it was enough for Rachias to figure out on her own what exactly had happened. Even Rachias would admit that Andre needed to be punished for his actions, to be taught that he couldn't simply to whatever he wished to and get away with it. Was death what that punishment should be though? He had tried to kill her before, threatened to do so, and she had no doubts that he had done the same with Arkham. It wasn't something that she had taken lightly either, not then and not now, and now knowing what he had done to Talitha, it only confirmed that he really would try and kill them all one day. A monster who wanted nothing more to ruin his family, no matter what it took, and would enact deeds no matter the consequence. That monster was still her brother though, the same brother that she would often curl up against on cold nights inside the den when they were so very young, back when their mother was still around. In some ways, she couldn't help but to blame her for the way Andre had turned out. If only she had stayed. There were words exchanged yet again, sudden movements, and Rachias tried to keep up with the action in front of her, following quickly along. Still conflicted, the girl remained in her spot behind the tree, just watching. |