[ALANOR]
Alanor looked at Darius, the old man's loneliness making him a little too curious.
He hadn't meant to be soft for the very man who had brought them so many misfortunes, but damn, seeing him in this state and even knowing that he had been twenty-five for over those years made the young Wynter fold a little.
He never expected this and was hoping it wouldn't mean much, but damn, it meant a lot to him too.
"I— Umm… I—" Alanor stuttered, making his brother realize that the young Wynter wanted to make Darius feel better but he didn't even know how to do that without coming off as a jerk, especially with the anger he was harboring towards Darius.
The young Wynter wanted to tell Darius that it was okay and that as long as they fixed Udrad and Unar didn't get hurt, it would be fine, but the words were stuck in his throat.
