[ Alex snorted softly. He'd called Amos his brother enough times to see what Prax was getting at, but: ]
Wish I knew. Melas was supposed to be number three, but. [ There's a grief there, one he hasn't even whispered in five years, and he regrets saying it as soon as its out. He clears his throat. ]
But I imagine they'd fight like cats and dogs, probably.
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Wish I knew. Melas was supposed to be number three, but. [ There's a grief there, one he hasn't even whispered in five years, and he regrets saying it as soon as its out. He clears his throat. ]
But I imagine they'd fight like cats and dogs, probably.