He doesn't react when the door opens, or when he feels the bed dip, or even when father calls his name. Why should he? There is little worth in the world and even his dearest friend isn't enough. He'll be alone eventually anyway.

Then he hears that familiar cry and his eyes finally open.

"A... child?" He can't even recognise his own voice. So weak and hoarse. When did he last speak?

"Your younger brother," father says, before smiling down, "Aren't you happy to see your elder sister Urokai?"

The small baby cries and clutches his father as tight as he can. His body aches as he moves, but he wants to see him. He wants to be close to this child.

"Was I, a crybaby like him father?"

He peers over the child, unable to look away.

"You were a joyful one, always laughing. Urokai is scared of everything."

"Ah."

He keeps staring at his brother's teary eyes. When he raises his hand to stroke his cheek he stops crying and giggles, grabbing onto it.

Oh. He can't help his smile. Can't help the way his heart flutters, can't help the way he lets his father force him to hold his brother, can't help walking out of his room for the first time in centuries.

The Agvain gardens truly are beautiful, but not as much as Urokai.

"Sis?"

He looks down at his precious brother, and holds his hand tighter. He looks so small and fragile and he's not even of age yet. How can he be clan leader now? Why did father pass Dragus to Urokai? He would never do that so, what exactly happened to him?

"Yes honey?"

Urokai hesitates and stares at the gardens. The roses snap at the birds that fly close, and at anyone that tries to near them. He wanted to be alone with her, and she ensures of that.

"Will Dragus take over me?"

Her mask breaks and she can barely stop her tears.

She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't want to say that Dragus is an ever consuming being that makes his wielder hungry. So hungry. They're both children, her brother and the soul weapon, and they've both been forced into situations they shouldn't be in.

"Perhaps," she says, and they stand there for hours.

"Ser Mevek! How are you?"

She laughs at that voice, Gentilus' son is an amusing man, though she really didn't need to know how he looked under his clothes. Nobody did.

Getting up, she puts her book down and tries not to tease Urokai for the way he trails after the Lord. He's pouting.

"Do you need something?"

"I do yeah! So I was trying to get Raizel to go on a date with the two of us but he keeps on refusing."

The current Noblesse? He's much quieter than his mother, or even his brother, and even with her sense she wouldn't know if he has romantic affection for the Lord and Urokai. The last time she visited him was a bit after Gentilus went into eternal sleep, and she only knows that he's afraid.

She understands the feeling somewhat. To kill one you care for is fearful, and even she had thought of it often in her position as Gentilus' chosen executioner of those who were to be sent into eternal sleep.

"If you abolish the rules in this society that only bring about negativity, and make his life easier he may be more open to a relationship."

The lord stares at her.

"What."

She picks up her cup and takes a sip. He asked for advice and she gave it so he cant complain.

Urokai rolls his eyes at her, "Sis you're full of shit."

"Takes one to see one darling."

"Again."

Urokai swings Dragus at her again and she blocks it, pushing him away. He falls to the ground.

"Again."

He gets up, flinching, and she wants to hold him but he needs this. It's only been three hours so far. It is an improvement from before though.

"Sis is this really necessary?"

Is this necessary? What sort of question is that? Of course it is with the choices he made. With how he decided to treat both men that he loved like tools and came onto this path. After the clan sacrificed everything for him.

"You're asking me that after choosing to betray Lukedonia? Do you really think that your strength is up to par with Lord Raskreia's? Much less Raizel's."

Her indignance is somewhat cruel, she can admit that much, but how is she supposed to react? He has ruined his own life like this, and all she wishes to do is make sure that it doesn't get any worse.

Urokai seems taken aback and asks, "Ser Raizel is dead. Why mention him?"

"Dead?" She wants to laugh at that. Laugh until she goes numb.

"He isn't dead. If he was then a new Noblesse would have come into this world, but nothing like that's happened. Now continue."

So they do, "Again" and "Again" and "Again".

"You'll never reach my level Urokai–" and it's not a bad thing because she only is so strong because she's loved cruel things like fights since her youth– "You can't. You've never had any interest in such things, but if you can make me stumble, then at least you'll live."

She's calmed down, but, not enough because she doesn't think her words through, and Urokai can't help but hate them.

"Why?"

She doesn't understand what he means.

"I know you don't enjoy this but you must train honey."

He glares at her, eyes glistening, and she freezes.

"Why do you treat me like a child? Your childrendied a long time ago!" he shouts at her, and, how could he? Of all the things he could have said, of everything in the world, it was this. She doesn't stop her tears, and leaves when he starts to speak again, turning her back on him.

Urokai remains where he is, unable to think. He's done it again. First to Ser Raizel and now? His sister has never cried, not even when their father went into eternal sleep but he's been the cause of it. It's him who made her fall apart.

This time, he has the chance to apologise.

Dragus' hunger thrums through him, and once again, he longs for death.

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