Edge began to breathe deeply through his nostrils. He began to see red in the corners of his vision, and he felt hot. A hot sweat soon broke out. Once happy purple eyes burning like the depths of fiery hell. How could Path not want to talk about it? Did he not realize the memory was painful for him, too? Path just wanted to forget about it. "You really are weak." He spat cruelly, not caring the kids might wake.

Skylark hugged his twin back, though frowned as he heard Daddy's angry voice. He wanted Daddy to stop. It scared him. Daddy was so warm and kind to them, but not to Father. Strangely, Skylark didn't understand why.

Edge was not finished. He let a loud, guttural roar pierce the air and clenched his fists. "You... You're a dragon, damn it! You have to be brave! Strong! When I was a hydra...." He laughed maliciously at the touchy subject. He knew Path hated to talk about it. "Hah! No point in trying not to listen, Mister, 'I have amazing hearing!'" He taunted. "I slaughtered them, then bathed. In. Their. Blood." It was a bluff but Edge suspected Path wouldn't call him out. "I hate you! You're a fraidy cat, and can't take care of yourself, let alone the kids! I'd tell you to leave. But you're too damn weak to take care of the kids, or survive!" He had more to say, but he made the mistake of letting his gaze drift back to the troubled faces of their kids. His gaze softened only a bit."...If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine." He said in a tone dangerously soft. His face twisted into a wickedly evil smirk. "Good luck trying to tap into the supplies, Path-Path!" He taunted one last time before turning around and running. 

He had changed all the passwords for the vaults and Faucets, if he would ever need to. He planned on telling him, but now... The boy stopped in the base of the chute. Gritting his teeth, he began to climb, not caring he was barefooted.