'Mr. Grey,'
And the pain Grey feels at that moment is so acute he forgets to breathe and his chest stutters and stumbles and his lungs are tightening and choking him. His failures are here in this world, nipping mercilessly at his heels, flooding poisom through his veins.
The unicorn is not his father, could never stand tall to that title. Could never shoulder it with pride and strength and honor. And Grey is grateful for the chill constantly there in his skin, as the racing of his heart cannot betray him with a sheen of sweat.
Mateo is young but proper, respectable and respectful both. Things Grey has never been, not even in his own youth. But his brother, ah, how he had been. The man grits his teeth until his jaw aches. "I don't know, exactly," he says, finally filling his lungs with breath. "He only told me to find Novus, that I would know when I found it."
Did Amaranthus know, and simply not tell him? Could Amaranthus have known what would happen to him once he arrived here, how this world would threaten to bring him to his knees on the very first night.
Grey wonders if Amaranthus would be waiting for him if he chooses to return back to that mountain seemingly in the sky. "And no, I don't think I've found it yet," he says preemptively, shooting a look at the young pegasus.
@Mateo
