Dalantia stirred the tea one last time, before calmly pouring himself and Melanen a cup. The two of them sipped idly, silent for a few moments. Mel finally spoke, after a few moments, "What runs in your mind, dragon?" The scarred blood elf watched their two little girls coo animatedly at each other for a few moments. "Ev'ry'ne that's gone." Mel smiled, as the girls began giggling happily. It was a wonder to him, that though they were different, they were as sisters. "How so, brother?" Dal let out a long, slow sigh. "Th'twins've my first night. The way I lost A so long ago." He sips at his tea. "All t'folk'at've dropped away. They just be.. Gone. The star twins.. Ser... War's shit." Mel sighed. "Maraasiel." Mara squeed at them at that word, and Mel mustered a sad smile. "My sons, by my own blade. Ramira, until it turned to jealousy and fury when I had truth... When I lost Mara, I became.. Blood crazed, destructive. I had only fury, waiting to be unleashed, my friend. I've no wish to become that again." "'rani think we all defined by what ain't there." Dal smiled a bit, as Zedai and Mara crawled over toward Mel. "Sol think that sure, stuff get cut away, but what's under be beautiful, so we best not despise it." The two infants began to coo in unison, tugging at the leg of Mel's pants. Mel laughed, smiling down at them as he reached to pull both up into his lap. "I know not how I would feel, would I lose these." "I would kill them." The dragon's accent disappeared, as his gaze sharpened. "Kill everyone. Anyone who participated. Everyone who profited from it. Anyone who stood aside. Anyone they loved." The dragon's hand trembled as the cup rose to his lips, his bare fury tightly controlled. "No one touches my family." Mel nodded gravely, gently bouncing the children in his lap. "Fear not, little ones! I shall protect you!" The children threw up their hands with a squee.