08-28-2008, 03:24 AM
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"He hated us all." She said quietly, staring down at the lump of dirt and rock and sand that suddenly represented her brother. "From the moment we were old enough to walk." That was, at least, as far back as she could remember. "He tried to kill me once or twice, promised he would some day." Rachias shook her head at that fact, but her voice stayed steady. "He would have too, probably. Me and Arkham and our father, if they weren't already dead and gone or on their way out." It was hard to admit that she would have nothing left, that there was a possibility that it was all true, but she would have to face those facts at some point. "He would have killed every last one of us if he could." But why was it that she wanted him to live so badly, knowing that? |