The Good Male

ELRETH

She stared at her brother, her heart pattering. Gar's mouth had those lines on the side that he only got when he was really serious about something. And there wasn't that light in his eyes that she recognized whenever he was trying to stir trouble, or trick someone.

"You can't be serious?" she said, but she knew he was.

Gar shrugged and broke eye-contact, getting up from the chair and walking towards her, but always finding something else to look at. He came to stand next to her at the table and look down at the stinking carcass.

"Dad's not King anymore," Elreth said, trying to nudge him out of the darkness that seemed to have taken over his entire demeanor. "Surely if anyone's going to kill you, it's me?"

Gar shook his head. "Nope, because there's some stuff Dad values even more than Anima."