#89 Mixed Feelings
The twins sat on a broken log staring out into the blazing fire, their thoughts consuming them as they did every night. Thoughts of revenge, pain, anger, torment, and most of all their beloved mother who was no longer with them. No, she had set sail years ago, her body and spirit too damaged and weary to remain among them.
The two careworn brothers needn't speak their thoughts, for each could feel what the other was thinking. Were they doing the right thing, going out time and time again to hunt these foul creatures? What would their mother think if she knew? They knew what their father thought and what the others thought, but it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered anymore. They were too caught up in their mixed feelings to care what anyone else thought. But one feeling kept nagging at the back of their minds: Doubt. Doubt of whether or not they were going too far with this killing. However, they only needed to remember the look of fear on their mother's face, and that doubt would be replaced with certainty. Until they came home battered and bruised to the scared and worried face of their father, then doubt would come back once more.