NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Mm..." Neron wasn't dismissive, but it was only a very recent thing for him to so much as consider his brother as a person in his own right, and every conversation like this broadened horizons that had been blinkered for much of his life. "All the people you might have wanted approval from are dead now," he pointed out. "Our father, in particular." Neron wasn't particularly sad about that, truthfully.
Leaning against the window sill, the Hailstorm watched the snow come down outside, and distantly his body registered the cold seeping through the glass. "Then fix them," he suggested to Loren. "At least for a while. The Citadel needs someone who will be there when he's needed. Not someone who will burn out because he didn't fix a problem."
Feeling himself becoming matter of fact, possibly dismissive, Neron took a long breath and let it out again, turning to lean back against the window sill, watching his brother. "It might change everything," he said, his challenge gentle. "How long before you stop bending, and break instead?"
Leaning against the window sill, the Hailstorm watched the snow come down outside, and distantly his body registered the cold seeping through the glass. "Then fix them," he suggested to Loren. "At least for a while. The Citadel needs someone who will be there when he's needed. Not someone who will burn out because he didn't fix a problem."
Feeling himself becoming matter of fact, possibly dismissive, Neron took a long breath and let it out again, turning to lean back against the window sill, watching his brother. "It might change everything," he said, his challenge gentle. "How long before you stop bending, and break instead?"
