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[SÉAMUS]

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Did it sting to be avoided?  A little.  More than it had ever in the past.  Yet Séamus still gave the space he felt needed, against every instinct.  He kept distance between himself and his twin, though not as much as he perhaps should - he couldn't help but be a bother, sometimes.  If Kian wasn't so hardheaded... We've always tiptoed on this line.  His brothers had always looked to him with wariness in their eyes.

That brought him into the familiar confines of the Colosseum.  In the dead of night, he'd expected some solitude.  A place to train a little.  Instead, he spotted an all too familiar figure against the sand.  A lump formed in his throat.  Stay or go?  He didn't need the link between their minds to say she was upset.  A rare tremor of guilt stabbed him.

With a sigh, the endfield slowly approached.  He kept his mind closed off from her, respectfully.  No need to accidentally clutter her mind with his own feelings, though the look on her face explained why he'd felt so out of it recently.  Tears in her eyes.  He wanted to rake his talons across the world, stone cold fury for hurting the child, but he knew he was where the blame lie.  Mostly. 

He'd brought it up to his brother, before he went to infiltrate the Pitt.  He'd been the one dancing on the line, mischievous and vicious jealousy behind the friendly, helpful uncle.  He'd shattered any plan of utilizing the raid to bring her home first.  Selfish.  But they why shouldn't he be selfish sometimes?  Hadn't he lost enough?

"Did you freeze the dummy?" Trust Keona to have inherited Kian's affinity for the element of water.  He frowned, then attempted to nudge the girl, lightly, with his snout, to push her back to her paws.  "You're not sad about the dummy, are you, Sibi?" God, he hoped he didn't provoke her, but... Well, that was an idea.

"If you need to hit something, hit me, but I find a verbal debate is oft just as exhilarating as an actual fight."

"Tá brón orm." His words felt heavy, but he meant it.  He can't recall many cases where he had before.  All he knew was that he didn't want to see her cry anymore.  "Labhair liom."

"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán