Delia's large hazel eyes blinked as she looked up curiously at Patia-Neva's hand. Her wails had paused for a moment, but when a faint energy started accumulating on the tips of her supposed father's fingers, her fit of tears came back fiercer. Her large eyes flickered, going back and forth between a warm hazel and a cold blue.
Patia-Neva hesitated. The cries of his daughter hadn't gotten through to him. But, the flicker of warm to cold reminded him of a Patia-Neva mantra that he had long since thought he had come to comprehend.
Warmth blanketed in cold… Hazel flickering to blue… A leaf covered in snow…
It suddenly dawned on Ramiro that the child in his hand was a Patia-Neva. The only Patia-Neva in existence other than him. Everyone else was dead. He had watched them die. He had the power to stop it all, but he had just watched. And now he was about to actively end his bloodline himself.
