NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"I must have acclimatised very well over the years," Neron says with a fanged smile, as if her words are a compliment - and he supposes they are. He can still remember a time when talking about Northaven and the Wall felt like it was always bubbling under the surface of his thoughts, but these days he barely thinks about it, save for occasions like this.
Whether or not it was tone-deaf, her remark still has a chuckle rumbling up in his chest, and Neron inclines his head to her. "Luckily, we couldn't be more different," he says, before his expression sobers somewhat. "Mm... I know," he agrees slowly. "I feel like he's around. Hiding, probably. That's his knee-jerk reaction when things get difficult. But that isn't to say that I can tell if I'll ever see him again."
And ain't that depressing. "What about your twin? Did they not feel as though Torchline was a good fit for them?"
Whether or not it was tone-deaf, her remark still has a chuckle rumbling up in his chest, and Neron inclines his head to her. "Luckily, we couldn't be more different," he says, before his expression sobers somewhat. "Mm... I know," he agrees slowly. "I feel like he's around. Hiding, probably. That's his knee-jerk reaction when things get difficult. But that isn't to say that I can tell if I'll ever see him again."
And ain't that depressing. "What about your twin? Did they not feel as though Torchline was a good fit for them?"
