(Lux - PoV)

Brother follows me away from the crowd, once I ask. No objections. Like an obedient puppy, but way cuter. Hopefully less likely to pee on me too. Sooo not my thing.

I shouldn't be mad at him.

He knows I am unhappy, but has no idea why.

Also just like a puppy. This is going to be such fun.

Not.

Again, to be fair, I know I really shouldn't be. But I am. Even with everything going on.

Fucking zombies.

Stupid marsh.

What a shitty place, of course it's filled with zombies.

Any takers for giant fucking bugs? No? Being here is not helping improve my mood.

Once we get to a distance I am confident we won't be overheard, I turn to him and !*#$

Fall to my knees apparently. In a marsh. Great.

Oh, this is going to be harder than I thought. I cannot fucking stand this place.

"L-Anna!" he exclaims, rushing to my side.

Really?

"That! That is a large part of what I am fucking mad about!" I bitch at him even as he helps me to my feet. No that doesn't mean you can let go.

"You insisted," I complain, "this entire time, on "subtlety." On trying to avoid notice. While being...YOU!" I manage my "hiss whisper yell" technique on the last word. The effect has had very impressive results in the past, and, yes, causes even Brother to draw backward. Success. I just intimidated a fucking Champion bitches, even if for a moment.

"But then, every time it starts to work, you throw everything away, wasting all the progress we just made! I, just, ARGH!" I can't even articulate anymore as I start to stomp around in the fucking muck, waving my hands.

What the hell is that smell? It better not be more zombies. Or bugs. I did mention I hate this place right?

"Why are you even wasting your time with the names after just now showing off like that you idiot!? You may as well pay one of the useless "escorts" to formally announce us. And another carry a message back home while you are at it."

Fuck my everything hurts! Even more so now that Brothers not holding me. Why did I walk away again?

He hesitates at my rant. "I couldn't just let them all die, especially not when preventing it is so easy; easier even than letting them die. And while we were attempting to avoid notice, it was always been a secondary concern, even more so the further we get, and, why am I even trying to explain? You must know all of this, surely even better than I do? While I have instincts you have always been the brains of the two of us. Lux...what's going on?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" I scream at him. I don't understand why I am so frustrated. Sure it is annoying as fuck that we keep discarding one efficient plan to waste our time doing something else then throw all that work away too but...gah I can't even.

I am the people person...well, between the two of us at least. I can usually get a half-decent read on people, even myself, screwed up as I may be. But right now, I...have no idea what I am doing, or why.

"I don't know, I feel like I can't even think sometimes!" And now I am back to almost crying again.

"It's not...it's not right. Something's not right." I admit as I close my eyes and focus, forcing my mana back down before throwing myself against Brother's chest. He hasn't moved an inch, standing in the same spot, watching me have my little meltdown. Great job playing it cool girl. Then again it did start with me literally falling down so what did I exp#$T.

Somehow, things are still wrong.

Brother is here. My hero is here to save the day. I can feel his arms wrapped around me right now. I knew he would come one day, and everything would be better, and go back to how things were supposed to be, back when we were little, when we were perfect...but for some fucking reason I am still not right.

He comes back stronger and bigger and even more badass, which is pretty impressive since he was already invincible, but every bit as caring, and thoughtful, and with all his perfect quirks and little flaws that give me space to fill in and help take care of him. And it's all I can do not to try to hurt him...and half the time I fail. I fail I fail IfailIfailfailfailfail.

The tears won't stop. At least those pathetic fuckups pretending to be guards can't see it. If those weaklings tried to give me any shit about it I would explode. Probably literally, as I wrestle with my mana again.

I don't know how to explain any of this to Brother, but...he deserves the tr#th, he deserves everything really.

"! #$ %$^&*" Oh, what the fuck.

The concern in Brothers' gaze...I...I can't even look at him anymore. Fuckfuckfuck.

Ok, let's try this again. "%^&$. #$ %?"

Well, apparently speaking is no longer on my list of skills. This day really keeps on giving, doesn't it? Perhaps I will legitimately piss myself in front of, or on, Brother next?

...I really shouldn't be giving the universe ideas, do not do that universe that was not an invitation!

I should probably be more concerned about this. Panicking even maybe?

...

Oh, there it is.

!

"Lux."

Brothers voice draws my attention out of the panic. The view is worth it. Damnit, stop being so fucking attractive. Or at least let me do something about it you fucking tease.

"You are obviously having...issues, at the moment." Really? I hadn't noticed, are you sure? I don't know Brother, maybe the speaking in fucking tongues was a gods damned clue!. If I am being possessed the damn thing better try to fuck you instead of eat you. And you better let it.

"Given, well, everything, I imagine it would be hard to pinpoint, but...if possible, do you think any of these, symptoms, started showing up after, after you were taken to the academy?"

That...is an interestingly specific question? One that I am...rather concerned as to why he feels the need to ask?

Even with my inability to speak Brother still knows me well enough to understand.

"Given many in Demacia's shameful treatment of mages in general and the harshness of the academy even towards standard recruits, I am...greatly concerned as to exactly how far they would go towards breaking those with magic. I...I fear they have done something to you Lux, something I may not be able to fix." Brother's delicious, deep voice cracks and wavers at the admission.

That...would make...a lot of sense. I know they suppressed my magic when I went to the academy. Dr. Asshole claimed it was for "everyone's" safety. Everyone but me. I am pathetically we*k now and have almost no control. Who knows what else they-!&#$

I have to stop for a moment to reign in the surge of absolute, maddening rage the likes of which I have never felt.

Like, wow. Wow. Yea, I was pretty aboard the fuck Demac!a train before, but I was more along the lines of 'fuck those guys, I just wanna get out of there and never see them again.'

Now? Well, I am sure Noxus will love training up a pissed-off mage with a grudge to ruin their day. I'm going to fucking kill t#em.

I look back to Brother and...oh. Right. I have the Sword of Brother-fucking (hopefully) Lux now, how could I forget!?

I start giggling again, which probably do#sn't help things. Right now, he is mostly filled with worry and concern, his focus is on helping me, on getting me fixed up so I don't devolve into some raving murderous lunatic which...ok yea, that is a real possibility right now. But, long as we can get that sorted, well, I have my revenge ready to go!

And if we can't? Maybe I can still get a pity fu^k before I go off the rails. Though given my thought process I may be more likely to start humping his leg than go on a murderous rampage. Or possibly both? That could be awkw*rd.

But I see underneath your concern, dear Brother. For all your loyalty to me, you never wanted to fight Demacia. You would do it. You would br!*k yourself, drag yourself through the mud and shatter your own ideals, throw away your desires to help me, but you didn't want to if you could avoid it, and I didn't want to make you. But now?

My smile is malicious.

Now, no matter what happens, Demacia is going to answer for what they did. Brother won't let them get away with it. They broke me and who knows how many more with their anti-magic bullsh!t, and he is going to break them in turn.

...I should probably drop the evil smile, I don't think it's making Brother feel any better.