Shimmering emerald hues look upwards in an almost startled fashion as the woman spoke. He’d been trapped in his own thoughts as this feeling — this awful feeling made a home in his gut. Why was it that the moment they got what they wanted — peace and acceptance — that something felt…wrong.
"Nein." He’ll lie though he knows that she knows. His eyes settiling down to the floor and his large body curled into itself, taking as little space as physically possible.
"Then perhaps I'm alone in this pain. It twists in my gut and circles in my head, and it won't stop...I'm afraid. Afraid of what will come."
She spoke feelings she knew he felt too. The coming future haunted them all. It had started when Meep died and it only swelled, sending them all to dark, lonely shadows. They didn't feel like a family any longer. They felt wrong.
