(Garen - PoV)

We returned to the manor after our...adventure, at the bakery. I claim a comfortable red armchair and Lux sits in my lap, still munching on the apparently divine cookies. Kat leaves to make a call.

An angel. The Angel is not only real, but she is in Noxus. Baking cookies?

A lot to unpack there, wow.

So, the baking. Glass houses Garen, we've been over this. I pat Lux on the head. Nothing but a boon there anyway, apparently she is good at it. Maybe too good. I see the smile of contentment on her face and sigh. Greedy little thing.

I wrap my arms around her waist (careful not to dislodge her plate) and rest my chin on her head. She leans backward into me contentedly. She is happy, and that is what matters. Though I would like to try a supposedly divine cookie myself at some point when it won't get me bit.

Back on topic, the Angel being in Noxus? And fighting as one of their Champions?

...Yet more evidence that I spent so many years fighting for the wrong team. Everything, just...everything about Demacia is built on lies. Every foundation is corrupt, or nonsense, or...

I sigh again.

There is no point in dwelling on it. The time spent is gone. I need to just move on. I have Lux and we are here now. Try to focus on the present and the future instead of the past.

The future. Well, Morgana doesn't want to reveal herself, which is a pity. That would be quite the blow to Demacian pride. The Angel herself turned against them.

I snort. If there was any justice...

But, she will teach Lux. I always knew Lux was my little angel(even when she acts like a little devil, the biter). Now? Now she will be it in truth. And we can show her to the world.

I shudder as I imagine it. Kat and I crushing the enemy on the ground, I shatter the armies, Kat hunts down the leaders, while my beautiful angel flies above us and rains down radiant beams of destruction. Revenge. Justice.

Yes, it is fine if Morgana wants to hide herself away baking. Demacia's foundations are already rotten and crumbling. Lux and I, with Noxus backing? We will shatter them. They will get their Angel of Justice, but it will be Lux, and she will be fighting for Noxus. The only justice to be found in this world is that which we take ourselves. We will forge our own Angel.

I clutch her to me and dream of the future.

Dinner is quiet, Lux picking at her food. She ate too many cookies, of course she isn't hungry now.

I try to start up a conversation but neither of the girls seem to be in a talking mood for some reason. Kat retires to bed early. I wish I know what is on her mind.

I eventually give up trying to get Lux to eat and carry her to our new room. We decided it was easier to just keep the new one instead of moving a bed to the old one. No idea if Kat ever replaced it, not like there is a shortage of extra rooms in the place. Really, it is so over the top for a person that was living alone until now.

We settle down to sleep. Lux is clingy but not grabby? And still so quiet. Something is wrong.

Once we settle down under the blankets I ask.

"Lux...what is it? I thought you would be more excited after everything today?"

She doesn't even look up at me, but from the subtle shifts, I can tell she is thinking.

"Brother...the entire time...I..."

She stops. I wait.

"The doctor. Doctor Kane. He told me...he told me that I would probably get better. That I would heal some...but that I would never truly recover. That I would never go back to how I was before."

We are silent. I remember when he told me the same. I can feel the tears building in my eyes again.

"...Brother? I am still broken...aren't I?"

I squeeze her tightly, but cannot give her an answer. The tears flow freely down my face. I look at her and...she's the same.

...

"I...don't even notice most the time but...sometimes I remember, how I used to be, used to think..."

...

"It's not the same. I've always been a perv and stuff but...not like this. I've always just...I don't even know. I don't know who I am. I don't know what is me...and what is literal brain damage."

She lets out a choked, laughing sob as she presses against me. Her body is curled against my side, her head resting on my chest. Her body shudders and trembles as she is wracked with sobs as she cries freely.

All I can do is hold her in silence as my own tears mix with hers. Try to keep my own body from trembling as I cry alongside her.

...

"I...I'm sorry Brother...I love you..." she eventually says quietly. The tears are still coming, but the wracking sobs have stopped.

"There is nothing for you to be sorry for Lux." I assure her. "I love you too. More than anything."

I shift her upwards and nuzzle her hair.

...

"Please forgive me," she whispers.

I don't know what she wants me to forgive her for, but I don't ask. I stay quiet, allowing her to fall asleep at last.

...

I lay awake in the moonlight coming through the window. In sheets soaked with our tears, Lux's exhausted body resting in a fitful sleep.

I can't help but hate Morgana at that moment.

The Angel has decided that she wants Lux now. Now, after seeing her luminous wings, to heal her own ancient woes.

Well, where was she when Lux was being abused? Where was the Angel when Lux was being chained and broken by our people?

Where has the Angel been when we needed her? Where was she when everyone needed her? When thousands upon thousands call her name for help? For deliverance? For justice? Where is she?

Baking cookies...