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PROZACSLikewise, as the dark lady explained Iskata's situation to him, he found himself knowing -- hoping -- that they'd do a better job than he had. Sometimes things were out of your control, but Tsunami hadn't been able to save his adopted kids, his nieces and his nephew, and he hadn't even been able to really help the sister who gave birth to them. Watching one of your children die before your eyes was a haunting experience, and Tsunami would still have given his life to bring Hazel and Muse back. And like Willow, he had no idea where the others were, whether they were still alive either. So many things had vanished into the sinking sands of time, but he knew now there was fuck-all nothing he could do about it. Brooding never brought anyone back. But Iskata, from the sound of it, had to have been doing a lot better. Phasma had excellent judgement, and if there was no sign of concern for the white Sadira, then surely things were going well. Tsunami was glad; he had considered Iskata a good friend, and regretted having left her as well without any hint or sign of where he was going.
PROZACSThe sturdy gray wolf had to know. Whatever had happened to Ire, it was his right to know, but even so, he felt a pang of regret for bringing it up again. How he hated to see that sadness in her eyes and hear it in her voice; it hurt him by proxy, and in his mind he reached out to lift the suffocating weight from her shoulders. To no avail; this was something only time would be able to fix, and even then, it would never be perfect. But the boy hadn't just died. Beaten up? He had been murdered, and buried on the hill. Tsunami knew exactly which one she was talking about; the one on which he had learnt his brother was a rapist. The yellow-eyed werewolf buried the knowledge in the back of his mind with the resolve to go see the gravesite later. His face, normally so expressive, seemed placid but steadfast. Determined. He had to know. And yet there, still, was a hint of an apology in his voice. Who did it? If she knew, he would know, and after knowing, he would decide what would be done. you gotta do what you gotta do. At least someone was smiling.
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