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_____It had been only roughly a day since Andrezej had met his untimely demise along the shores of Drifter Bay and already she noticed that the rain had washed away the blood. It had been in the air, clung to her body, and permeated in her memory for hours. She was struck almost how oddly she had slept that night, it had been an easy sleep to fall into and she had woken from it early as she had the morning before. It had been like after Meth had died, though she had dreamt for weeks of hearing her cries against the creaking and failing of the burning wood as it had come down on top of her. But Andrezej hadn't screamed out in pain, he hadn't begged for his life. He had laughed, he had laughed right up into the moment Gabriel tore his throat out and left them all covered in blood.
_____But Corona didn't feel bad about what they had done; she felt a sense of relief there. Instead she was more curious of what had gone on in her brother's head, what exactly had made him tick out of time with the rest of them. She presumed that whatever it was didn't stem because he had been exiled—it was in fact, the reason why he had been ousted in the first place—but of something that had gone on well before the fire on the other side of the mountain, before her mother had disappeared like a wraith into the night. Whatever was wrong with that boy she could not fathom and only hoped that whatever it was would never crawl up through the cracks of Inferni again. Or any family she was related to.
_____Where he had died, maybe not much further away if not on the spot, was the place where he had been buried. Corona assumed that Rachias had done that, because she had been there shortly thereafter. The dark sand and stone had been disturbed in a way that was more than what they had done. And to think, she still had Andrezej's knife. She didn't know why she had kept it, other than to make sure no one else did harm with it and even at that, she knew that knives were pretty much only useful for that (because they were already equipped with their own cutting devices). Sighing, she didn't move from where she was hovering over the grave, half hoping she'd find answers she was looking for.
_____It had been only roughly a day since Andrezej had met his untimely demise along the shores of Drifter Bay and already she noticed that the rain had washed away the blood. It had been in the air, clung to her body, and permeated in her memory for hours. She was struck almost how oddly she had slept that night, it had been an easy sleep to fall into and she had woken from it early as she had the morning before. It had been like after Meth had died, though she had dreamt for weeks of hearing her cries against the creaking and failing of the burning wood as it had come down on top of her. But Andrezej hadn't screamed out in pain, he hadn't begged for his life. He had laughed, he had laughed right up into the moment Gabriel tore his throat out and left them all covered in blood.
_____But Corona didn't feel bad about what they had done; she felt a sense of relief there. Instead she was more curious of what had gone on in her brother's head, what exactly had made him tick out of time with the rest of them. She presumed that whatever it was didn't stem because he had been exiled—it was in fact, the reason why he had been ousted in the first place—but of something that had gone on well before the fire on the other side of the mountain, before her mother had disappeared like a wraith into the night. Whatever was wrong with that boy she could not fathom and only hoped that whatever it was would never crawl up through the cracks of Inferni again. Or any family she was related to.
_____Where he had died, maybe not much further away if not on the spot, was the place where he had been buried. Corona assumed that Rachias had done that, because she had been there shortly thereafter. The dark sand and stone had been disturbed in a way that was more than what they had done. And to think, she still had Andrezej's knife. She didn't know why she had kept it, other than to make sure no one else did harm with it and even at that, she knew that knives were pretty much only useful for that (because they were already equipped with their own cutting devices). Sighing, she didn't move from where she was hovering over the grave, half hoping she'd find answers she was looking for.