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"Grief did that. The lose of a loved one never stopped stinging, but over time that sting became less noticeable and it didn't bother you as much as it once did, at least that what Mykolas believed. He laughed at her words. "Are you saying that you d…"
""He was your father and you were close to him. It is only natural that you miss him." He missed his brother a great deal. It wasn't just his brother he missed. There were a number members of his pack that passed over the years that he missed. It was…"
"Why would they be offended? Because she had not known him as long? That didn't matter to them. She had known him. That's all that matters. She had known him and during that time he had somehow touched her. "There is nothing to be sorry about." They…"
"He noticed the tears welling up within her eyes. "Are you okay?" He didn't know what brought those tears up. Were they tears of joy? Sorrow? Or had something gotten into her eye? "You might have hated it than but laughed about it now.""
"He didn't care if anyone agreed with his vision of his brother. He loved him and for Mykolas that was all that mattered. He world was different from his. In his world, one was encouraged to cry--especially if those tears were brought on by the passi…"
"They were not rumors. He had seen with his own eyes some of the things that are done to half-breeds. It is rare for one to escape from such a fate, and it is usually only because they have family to protect them. If she had voice her thoughts aloud…"
""He did." His brother was not without his flaws, and as such there are those that would agree with his sentiments about his brother. He wanted to tell her that it was okay to cry---especially if those tears were brought on from missing a loved one,…"
""He was..." He paused for a few moments trying to think of the best way to describe his brother. "Larger than life. He knew exactly what to say to cheer you up or not to say." She was right the best way to get to know each other was the ask each oth…"
"It was a hope that he shared. No, not a hope---a dream. One that he was currently was trying to make into a reality. These stories filled the air with laughter and joy as much as it did with tears and sorrow. They knew they would not form any new me…"