Perhaps there is truth to the sentiment of one choosing their own family; surely there is more free will to such a thing than those assigned to us by birth and blood. My own children are barely my own, a product of their own upbringing as they saunter in and out of my life. In such a case, do they truly count as family? Such a trifling word. If I am honest, I prefer the company of wolves such as Arcturus than to my own sons; I know Arcturus and his strengths, his weaknesses, his potentials. Those born of myself and the two women? I know only of Eloah and Elohim it seems and even then, both are content to elude me. Of course, I am not bothered by such frivolous sentiment. I merely observe.
I am pleased when Arcturus reciprocates well to my presence. I give him a nod of acknowledge as he utters my name, a nod of knowing shared between the pair of us. His is a name I shan't share; it was a promise I made to Dieloch perhaps and yet, it holds more true in the case of the younger boy. Dieloch, after all, is a valuable piece to play. In due time, the truth of giving over his monikor will prove its merits. Arcturus though? He is dangerous in the right ways and so, I shall safeguard him. Though, I often believe he does not need guarding at all.
He is quick to move the conversation, the smallest of chuckles breaking my own silence as I bask in the strangeness the world has fallen beneath; Diveen without Achilles and a mountain under siege. It is an odd turn of events, no?
I pause for a moment, my eyes turning to him once more as I observe him. He is like myself in a sense, unwilling to allow emotion or expression to intrude my features without explicit consent. Still, I do my best to read him, to feel the air around him; an unspoken tension and yet, is there ever not? Nonetheless, I sink down further into comfort before I speak again, my eyes turning back to the ocean as I flex my toes into the sand.