Verin wants to know better who these people are, the ones that have so evidently wedged beneath his brother's armor. The house is a far cry from the home that Verin remembers. It's nicer than Bazzoxan, but definitely not the Firmaments.
But the room itself is all Essek. The feel of it draws a smile from him, and though Essek offers him a chair, Verin doesn't sit right away. His eyebrows slowly creep up when he sees the clothes Essek sets out. Well then.
His gaze cuts back to his brother as he answers. He watches Essek, considering his confession. Secrets wrapped in mysteries shrouded in enigma obscured by a conundrum. But still his brother.
"I hope it's made you happier," he says at last. It's what he wants. Happiness is not exactly touted as something to chase, far less important than enlightenment. But what makes a life worth enduring if there is no light in it?
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But the room itself is all Essek. The feel of it draws a smile from him, and though Essek offers him a chair, Verin doesn't sit right away. His eyebrows slowly creep up when he sees the clothes Essek sets out. Well then.
His gaze cuts back to his brother as he answers. He watches Essek, considering his confession. Secrets wrapped in mysteries shrouded in enigma obscured by a conundrum. But still his brother.
"I hope it's made you happier," he says at last. It's what he wants. Happiness is not exactly touted as something to chase, far less important than enlightenment. But what makes a life worth enduring if there is no light in it?