Once they turned onto the dimly lit street, Bartholomew broke the silence. “I know sophomore year hasn’t been what you expected, but at least—”
“At least what?” Alex interrupted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “At least a white pit swallowed an innocent Artanian? At least Swineys can now invade Mom’s dreams? At least Gwen almost died while frozen in time? I don’t see an upside to all of this.”
“Yes, but—”
“But what, Mister-I’m-too-scared-to-meet?”
“That’s not fair. I’m here now, aren’t I? You don’t know what it’s like.”
“Oh yes I do. I’ve met your mom plenty of times. It sucks.”
“And lately.”
“I know. I know. I know. She’s been acting secretive, talking about some paintings and stuff. But damnit, Artania needs us. So instead of moaning, why don’t you do something about it?”
