Two aspects drew Nigredo away. Two placed distance between himself and that gut-wrenching anxiety, and the boy was left to ponder the progression of things. For a brother to show disbelief, to wear heartbreak on his brow as he had not when the response might have counted. For another to display a protective front when homicide had been his modus operandi weeks prior. When had they become so displaced?

And when had that started to hold the better sense?

The youngest gave a shuddered exhale, an unspoken resignation, and then looked to acknowledge Albedo's quiet prompting. Alright. Alright, for he was long past denials with this brother. But he would offer nothing else. Rubedo likely wanted nothing from him, despite the emotion held in the eldest's mirrored face. Green eyes passed on from the pair to a pile of shambles, and like a good outsider, Nigredo fell into silence.

Let the twins speak as equals. Let him witness the changes that had brought them there.