Moulin didn't dare breathe of the stupid reason that everything might dissipate before his eyes.
He sees the two men. Both grown to be the fine man they are now. Gone was the youthfulness and the plump energy in their features. Like him, they stood unmoving. Staring at him with equal intensity. Emotions went chaotic, and their heart drumming loudly as though they would burst out of their chest.
From the hair and eyes alone, Moulin knew who they were. Those cold steel gray, sharp like a dagger's edge.
"Brothers..." A whisper finally escaped his mouth. It was too soft to be heard.
Maxille finally exhales. Although, he didn't hear it. He knew what Moulin was saying. And before he realized it, he and Emlen were running. Maxille's chest rises and lowers rapidly. The long silver cape that draped behind his back fluttered. And the golden chains on his chest twinkled.
