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So moody, her brother always reacted to everything with moody righteousness. “They’re not dead, they’re just… somewhere else,” the she-wolf answered, not sure how to best phrase the odd magic she performed. But she did know her magic translated differently in this world; she doubted she could get them back, so why bother explaining how the spell worked and how she fucked it up in the first place? But as he continued to ramble on and grew distressed before her eyes, she knew that keeping this secret completely from him wouldn’t work.

Sighing, she sat down and attempted to grab the side of his face with each of her paws – like an idiot sandwich, but less mean. “Listen, big bro, this isn’t your fault. You got dealt a fucked up hand in the card game of life – it’s not your fault what happened to Thomas, to Finnis, to the crew, or anyone else. You did your damn best, but our damn best doesn’t always work out that well,” she said, trying to reach him with logic and snap him out of it.

“And you know how I know that? Because after you died… I found a way to try and fix our shitty hand from life. But I fucked up. We’re animals here because of my mistake, not yours,” she admitted, with no small amount of reluctance. Mum always warned her that Clarence’s heart was too soft for their hereditary magic. Adding that he went off to war to protect her after the rumors of witchcraft… well, she didn’t think it was best to admit to being a witch just yet. “We’re stuck here because of me. It’s not your fault. I’m the one that toyed with our souls, okay? Mum is just fine. You did just fine.”

She didn’t expect to see him so distressed; the woman heard of what happened to some soldiers that came home from wars. Most drowned themselves in the bottle or self-medicated in some fashion, but she supposed in this wild world that hadn’t been an option. Or, perhaps, Clarence was strong enough to not fall to that – yet. And damn her if she didn’t help when he needed her.

“It’s not your fault,” she muttered, ears flicking. She wanted to say more – wanted to reach into his head and take away the pain, the memories – but she didn’t know what else to do to help him. “I’m here now, okay? The Aston siblings are gonna go wild on this wild world, and this time you don’t need to sacrifice yourself.” Because that’s what he did, everyday.

As Jerseyboy came over, the black she-wolf turned her muzzle towards him and leveled an annoyed look at the tiny feline. “I’m in the middle of talking with my brother, Jerseybrat. Not a good time,” she said, not aware that she fucked up the tuxedo cat’s name.