"They have the death of their loved ones," says Kell, and the reminder serves to chase away the resentment for his confinement completely for a moment. "Black magic took many lives that night, Lila, and I brought it there. I am meant to protect them, but I brought the plague that nearly killed them and their prince, all in one evening. Besides."
Kell rubs at his chest again. "It's true that my suffering is Rhy's own. If anything happens to me, it happens to Rhy as well. The King needs his son to live."
Kell understands, but it doesn't mean that he likes it, or managed well at all beneath the weight of it. "I miss my brother, but my life may well be better here."
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Date: 2016-04-30 04:10 am (UTC)Kell rubs at his chest again. "It's true that my suffering is Rhy's own. If anything happens to me, it happens to Rhy as well. The King needs his son to live."
Kell understands, but it doesn't mean that he likes it, or managed well at all beneath the weight of it. "I miss my brother, but my life may well be better here."