Dalton staggered back, he was in shock and confuse seeing how his brother was. The expression on his face had changed, there was something— a deep indescribable eeriness exuding from Ernest. His expression that looked at him had turned almost soulless.
It was as if the person he saw right now wasn't his brother but someone else whom he can't recognize.
The reality clouded his head, making him confused whether it was his dream or whether it was the true reality and the price for the deeds that his parents had done. As well as his folly for unable to stop his parents any sooner. For letting Ernest become who he is now and for letting him did what he had done now.
"Ernest," Dalton didn't know what he had to say. Ernest had came to his side the moment he spoke.
