#epistrontis

“So, what’s gotten you boys all riled up?” She flipped up her visor and gave them a lopsided smile as they jumped. “Did the breadling bite someone important on the ass, or..?”

Misopatris, it had to be him because of the well-kept hands, gallantly leapt to the defense of his pet. “Flower is extremely well-behaved, and would never do such a thing!”

“No, of course not. Shi would have killed it if it did that again.” That sarcastic drawl had to be Epistrontis.

Fedosia let the two boys tussle a bit before asking again. “So, what’s gotten you so excited?”

Epistrontis looked up from pulling Misopatris’ nerve cords. “Nothing special, really. Shi’s just having us trim some dead weight. There’s been some new recruits, so we’re just getting some useless members out of the way.”

“I don’t see why we have to do this, instead of letting the recruits do it themselves, but Shi insisted that someone who doesn’t look Nerazim do it. For the greater good, and all that.” Misopatris punched Epistrontis in the face. “Also probably because they’re one of the ones we’ve got on Aiur.”

A hit, then. Lovely. But she was bored, and there were plenty of Fist members who probably did deserve a bullet to the head. Shi’Ara had collected herself quite the merry band of psychopaths, and frankly, most of the other splinters were worse. But Shi’Ara had also managed to get her claws on more than a few people like Kaa’vaxi too. Hopefully these were the former, not the latter.

“If it’s so she doesn’t get caught, mind if I tag along? The more the merrier and all. And that means you can have one all to yourselves, right?” Fedosia shrugged. “I’m really damn bored. There’s only so much bread teleporting a girl can do, you know?”

The twins paused their fight to consider her proposal. Not that she could hear it, of course. Psionic conversation and all that. But eventually they helped each other up, ready to make their decision.

“Yeah, why not.” That was Misopatris. “You’ll get the old one. He probably wouldn’t be too much of a fight anyways.”

Hand in hand, the two began to dance. Each step was perfectly in sync with the other’s and with the beat, each tilt and sway perfectly timed. The song thumped around the room like some clanging, metallic beast, dissonant with the serenity that the twins danced with.

They’d always been together, since they were born. They were their own people, even as twins, but for them to be apart was inconceivable. They had fought their way up the chain together, always on the same part of the link, always supporting the other in Rak’shir. They fought and quarreled like siblings do, and they weren’t two halves of the same person like some twins were, but they still loved each other very dearly because the other was their own person without them. And at the end of the day, they always had each other. Even after leaving the Tal’darim, even if this venture failed them and they were left without anyone, they would have each other.