[He's glowing with arcs of energy coming off of him sitting there in the sand and he lets out a shuddered breath as he tries to concentrate it to his hands which are fisted in the dark grains, heating up and melting it into black glass in a slow spreading deadly heated pool.]
… What d'you mean? He's out there… alone. [He won't have him. Doesn't have him. He can feel himself destabilizing more and he bites his lip before asking a ridiculously mundane question given how everything feels right now.] How many brothers d'you have?
no subject
… What d'you mean? He's out there… alone. [He won't have him. Doesn't have him. He can feel himself destabilizing more and he bites his lip before asking a ridiculously mundane question given how everything feels right now.] How many brothers d'you have?