#technical talks

Your brother was executed despite all your maneuverings to save him, and in the aftermath you piece together all his machinations he intentionally hid from you. Your sister is missing, the fate of your home unknown. Your sister has been missing and presumed dead since you were children, only to save you from her allies and then leave you again. Your older sister hates you, and you don’t know what to make of your younger brother. You haven’t seen your little brother in years, but he’s a statue now and someone you hardly recognize. You don’t know where your brother is or why he didn’t answer you, why he didn’t come home for Uncle Thjazi - you and your sister have each other, at least. You don’t know where your siblings are or if they’re okay, stuck on this side of the Doors as you all are. Your older siblings, at best, didn’t agree with your father’s plan - though your older brother garroted you and killed you with his own two hands. Your brother and sister are dead and have been for decades, same as your mother, though it may as well be the blink of an eye for you. You have never fit in with your sisters, never been as cruel or cutthroat as them, though that may be your greatest strength now. Your sister - not by blood, and not technically by marriage, though your sister nonetheless - has survived what should have been obliteration, and she has gone to seek the fate of the rest of her people and family without you. You thought you were the only one of your siblings left in this world, and then your sister - cracked, broken, scarred, changed - saved your life. You have no siblings by blood, but siblings of battle nevertheless - you left them for love, and when that fell through you find your siblings still there and willing to help you pick up your pieces.

The way it’s siblings all the way down.