"You know what I have come to notice?"
"What is it?"
"The older you become, the more you resemble me, Saklas. So much so that people truly do not doubt that we are brothers, haha!"
Saklas looked down shyly, but he was actually flattered. He was flattered that Mikael noticed it too, how much he had slowly tried to appear like him instead of his father.
It was out of his admiration that he did so, but the Impure One had taken claim to doing that. Saying that it was to symbolize how he was truly meant to be the opposite of Mikael.
The Anti-Mikael, the enemy of the Pure One's replica.
"I am sorry that we could not find your parents until now. I have been searching every time I travel, and yet I meet no one who suits your description that was missing a child."
Saklas smiled as he folded the flattened and dried wool. "It's alright. I have long accepted that they are dead—"
