"...Zazu. Do you mind giving us a moment to speak?" The khajiit woman spoke to her mate. "Of course... take all the time you two need." He had responded to her, taking their son's hand from his mother's. The father and son slowed down their pace to not be able to hear their conversation. He knew she would have to tell him about what the siblings spoke of eventually, but it would be better to not let their words reach their child's ears.
"You didn't have to do that. There isn't much to hide." The brother told his sister as they walked. She solemnly smiled. "I had figured if it was just us two, you would actually speak." Her brother sighed in defeat. She was correct of course, as he would only speak in detail with his sister instead of giving one-word responses. "As I just said, There really isn't much else to speak of."
Silence hung among the two. The sister only looked up at him as if waiting for him to say something more, but the brother only kept his eyes forward. She decided it would be easier to just strike up a more precise conversation in hopes he would actually converse. "...I still cannot believe after all these years, Sion is still alive..." He only grunted softly as he nodded his head slowly as a response, causing her to shake her head. "I didn't get the chance to ask before...What does he look like now?" "Still thin. Probably Timoni's height. Looks similar to mother." Short answers. As could be expected from him. "...Do you think... he might have gotten hurt during the attack at-" "No. He's with the heroes. That'll increase his chance of survival." Or diminish it... The sister smiled once more as she closed her eyes feeling a sense of relief. Even if it was only fleeting. "...You do realize, he'll want to know about a few... subjects. Right Mufasa?" His head lowered slightly, pausing before his next short response. "I know. Hopefully, these gifts I have for him when we meet again will ease things..." He told her, tapping the side of his bag all the while still refusing to look at his sister.
Still the same older brother I see. The only thing I would ever want to change about you is that intimidating growl in your voice... a bad force of habit. Regardless... after all these years, I thought only the two of us and Karrma were still alive however now... it seems even her life may be in danger or gone. There should be seven of us... and as far as we know... only three stand. I've lost one of my sons... and I need to be strong before I lose anymore.
Damn this to oblivion and back. I may have my job to do, but my family comes first. I've stated it before to them that I shall achieve both goals with no mistakes, but one takes priority. They know me to be dependable and more than capable, so there should be no worry as to anything that comes up. I have the skills to do both. I know that I do. So why am I...?"
This is an unbelievable amount of bull. I could have just taken Belle and Fat-One and made it back somewhere... anywhere safely long ago. Yet... seeing this with my own eyes. Where was safe? Something could have happened at anytime... if it weren't for Sion... Gods know what we would be doing, where would we be going... part of me feels to blame him for pulling us into this... horror. And part of me wants to thank him... he brought us to safety... saved our lives just from his presence alone... when was the last time I felt like this.
I can't believe what I just said... how, what, who... it didn't even feel as if I were the one speaking. I literally argued with Zaveed... when did I ever argue? Maybe I'm just too stressed from today? But... Zaveed's words hurt. I know I'm a coward... that's one of the reasons I was outcasted anyway... yet hearing it from someone who's supposed to be your friend... feeling threatened by someone who's supposed to be your friend... threatening back the person who's supposed to be your friend... I can't do it anymore. I can't be betrayed, or get attached again. Nor can I die for something I don't want to be a part of. I need to start... accomplishing more of what I want, rather than others... I should only pay attention to the few instead of the many... for my own sake and sanity...
All four thought the same thing in unison. Something none would know the answer to. And... why does it feel as if something is coming back to chase me?
Qara'Sion turned the door handle of the building and stepped inside frowning. At one of the further tables, he spotted his sister, propping her elbow on the table and resting her head on the palm of her hand. She didn't seem distressed, but rather just deep in thought. Her two friends weren't with her, probably doing their own things. Now would probably be a good time to ask how did the three meet. Step by step, he moved further into the mosque.