@volatile-muses
When Kara told him, he hadn’t believed it. There was no way that his mother was still alive. Though Kara wasn’t a liar. Nervously, he had agreed to come to the DEO. They thought that Astra might talk to him, of all people. He doubted it would be helpful. His mother had always preferred his cousin, not that he blamed her. Ker-Ze knew that Kara was simply superior. He took a breath and straighten his shoulders. His father’s voice echoed in his head. “Stand up, boy. You’re the heir to the Ze family, act like it.” He wanted to show that he hadn’t turned out to be a disappointment.
He moved through the door, nodding to the agent at it, and braced himself for the worst. There she was. There was no denying it. The white streak of hair was something that he would recognize anywhere. It was in his earliest memories as he’d played with it so many time when he was young. Back when she had the time to let a small boy try and braid her hair, anyways. He swallowed. Her eyes were shut, so she hadn’t seen him yet. Despite himself, he moved towards the glass, hovering without saying anything. What was he supposed to say? His memories of her always seemed to remember her as this large figure filled with far too much passion. It was such a far cry from what he saw here. His hand half rose, wanting to touch the glass, like it would be a comfort. But he froze. He didn’t want to get Kara in trouble.