"When did you know?"
Xeron shuffled uncomfortably.
"Every day, I knew."
The youngest tried to maintain his gestures though it seemed as difficult as it was.
"Every day?!"
Xeron glanced at the little one. The injuries were throbbing a little as his shivering head couldn't resist staying still.
"The potion was mother's curse. It started with me, Xeph and it should finish with me"
Xephnan shook his head, grabbing nothing from the firm talk.
"My head hurts."
Shocked, Xeron ran his fingers over his brother's forehead. They were alright and fine.
"Xephnan~~"
But the little boy couldn't stay still.
"You need to be strong."
The youngest shook his head, slipping those delicate fingers into his admirer's.
"I can-n..."
Xeron held his brother's hands and held on with desperation and
