[Somehow, that phrase alone is enough to shake the worry from Uriel, sobering the doubt attached to even coming here and it leaves him with little more than what he started with. There's a shaking guilt to everything, and a certain aching for that ease they used to have. There are no premonitions for this, not an inkling as to where this is all going.
Uriel climbs onto the bed with a bit of attempted ceremony and ends up teetering over once his bum is on it. He looks over at his brother, rolled to his side.]
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[Somehow, that phrase alone is enough to shake the worry from Uriel, sobering the doubt attached to even coming here and it leaves him with little more than what he started with. There's a shaking guilt to everything, and a certain aching for that ease they used to have. There are no premonitions for this, not an inkling as to where this is all going.
Uriel climbs onto the bed with a bit of attempted ceremony and ends up teetering over once his bum is on it. He looks over at his brother, rolled to his side.]
I was honest. I always have been.