Katurian, meanwhile, isn't equipped for suffering. Before the arenas (and before the police), Katurian had never broken a bone or been in a fight. His parents had given him a life of guaranteed physical comfort. It was, after all, an essential element to their so-called 'experiment.' Raise one brother in the darkness. Raise one brother in the light.
How was he supposed to be the light child if he knew hardship?
His eyes open slowly at first, and then he's hit with a surge of energy, a white hot panic that explodes from his chest. His immediate instinct is to shove himself backwards, but when he does, the pain in his stomach stops him with a gasp. A grimace. It's only then, when he's paused in pain, that his eyes focus on the boy in front of him.
Howard.
Katurian isn't sure if this is good news.
From his place on the ground, the cuts and gashes on Howard's face almost look like shadows. That's what he thinks they are at first, jagged points of darkness, and then he realizes. Katurian still hasn't caught his breath, but the sympathy beats out the fear if just for one moment. "Jesus Christ."
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How was he supposed to be the light child if he knew hardship?
His eyes open slowly at first, and then he's hit with a surge of energy, a white hot panic that explodes from his chest. His immediate instinct is to shove himself backwards, but when he does, the pain in his stomach stops him with a gasp. A grimace. It's only then, when he's paused in pain, that his eyes focus on the boy in front of him.
Howard.
Katurian isn't sure if this is good news.
From his place on the ground, the cuts and gashes on Howard's face almost look like shadows. That's what he thinks they are at first, jagged points of darkness, and then he realizes. Katurian still hasn't caught his breath, but the sympathy beats out the fear if just for one moment. "Jesus Christ."
It's a squeak.