Case upon case, Arc felt heavier as days passed by. He constantly thought of how to break free from the demon, and his days felt like a blur. Nothing mattered aside from his inner dilemma, nothing mattered but freedom from this binding.
He was in Wicked Wings when suddenly, the door slammed open with Pierrot and a visitor.
"BROTHER!" Asher ran to Arc's arms and gave him the tightest hug.
"Asher?" Arc mumbled, surprised by the sudden appearance of his younger brother. It had been a while since they'd seen each other, but the embrace was familiar, comforting even.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around Asher, though his mind still struggled to catch up.
Pierrot followed behind, leaning casually against the doorframe with a grin on his face. "I figured you've been out of it lately," he said, crossing his arms. "So I thought you might want to take a break. Brought someone who could help with that."
