Xaden watched Jasmime walk ahead, staggering in fact.
He has just murdered her father.
He had finally killed him, after all this years.
And the worst part, was that he felt nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Then Erik met him at the door.
"What happened?" Erik asked.
"He is dead." Xaden said.
Erik took the information and then asked. "How do you feel."
"Empty." Xaden replied.
And then he looked back into the room and saw his sister.
His heart swelled with overwhelming emotions.
And then he went to her.
He was about to throw his arms around her and give her a very tight hug.
But then she seemed uncomfortable and so he simply stood.
"Is he…?" She asked him.
He nodded softly.
And then there was genuine sorrow in her eyes.
He understood, after all who could blame her.
She had grown up her entire life thinking these people were her family.
