Sixty-One Prayers

[whofelltoearth]

Cain Knightlord.

Do not make the mistake, for even a fraction of a second, that we are having a truce. We are not on friendly terms in any sense of the word, we are just not on dire terms, and only because as much as I want to rip you apart joint by joint, starting with the phalanges have our comeuppance, I loathe the idea of putting my revenge

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[theotokos]

[whofelltoearth]

An issue?

1/3

[theotokos]

Just like-

[theotokos]

[theotokos]

No, there isn't. Why would there be one?

[whofelltoearth]

Good.

[theotokos]

Family matter should stay between families, right?

[whofelltoearth]

He's not my brother anymore. Fundamentally.

[theotokos]

Understandable sentiment, Abel.

Are you-

But what about-

You shouldn't-

I wish I could help you.

[whofelltoearth]

Perhaps you can.

For the moment I can barely figure out how to help myself.

[theotokos]

Anything, Abel.

[whofelltoearth]

Talk to Kyrie for me.

[theotokos]

I can do that, but what about you?

[whofelltoearth]

Me and my temper will be fine after a few drinks.

Private

[theotokos]

We'll keep her company, but worry about yourself, too?

This is your choice, Abel. I'll respect any wishes you have from here on out in regards to him. If you want the company, I'll give it to you. You don't deserve this awful reminder.

I promised you, after all.

Private

[whofelltoearth]

No.

I deserve it.

I'm no saint, Lady.