I MUST ISOLATE YOU

isolate and save you from yourself

The brute raised an eyebrow as she mimicked his tones, grumbling under his breath. Perhaps it was the circumstances of their lives up until now, but Janus had always felt incredibly protective over his sister, and her sickly nature did not help his worry. He didn't express it in the best way, maybe, but the care was there, all the same. "I can come to you." He said, looking away. They both knew that he wouldn't set paw in Spirane. His memories still swirled, chaotic and brutal, and what he had known and what he knew now were constantly clashing. The mountains were a painful place to be, as his history there wasn't what should have been. He glanced back at her, uncertain.

"I like it here. You'd like it, too, if you'd just..." Janus trailed off, shaking his head. He knew why she couldn't stay, just as much as she knew why he couldn't live with her in Spirane. Here, he could disappear. He remembered meeting others in the caves and he was feared-- it was a good feeling, strangely enough, like he was in control of something. "I guess it doesn't matter, huh?" He shrugged, his expression unreadable. There was a strange sort of aura about him, wound up tight like a spring, energy about to be forcefully unleashed. Sometimes, he felt as though he might just explode.

He'd heard from Cato that their older sister Ceres was an assassin. The brute knew nothing of their parents, and he'd never met their other siblings, but perhaps the idea of liking fear ran in his blood. Janus didn't like the darkness that coiled inside of him like a snake ready to strike. It made him feel dirty and ashamed. Perhaps that was why he hid from the world in the darkness of the grotto. Here... here he could be faceless, without a family or any friends to identify him. In the gloom and the muck of the cave system, he could shiver, without trying to fall back on something to keep him warm. It was a dangerous game of isolation that he was playing, but what other choice did he have?

Janus moved swiftly to stand beside her, offering his shoulder for support though she did not take it. A sigh escaped from his muzzle, and for a moment he waited, making sure that she could rise to her paws without any incident. He looked over her once more, backing up again to face her, his hindquarters to the darkness of the caverns. "All good." He repeated, forcing a smile. "Uh... so, how are Haven and Hollowpoint? Chester and Remi?"

ROMAN x MORRIGAN | PROTECTOR OF NONE | MARTYR FOR NONE | AINE'S GUARDIAN