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044: Confronting Cullen (3) Do You Believe In Deities

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last update Last Updated: 2024-12-11 07:11:00

 “So… are you fine now? You okay?” Cullen’s voice carried an edge of hesitation. Though, his tone was carefully neutral as if he didn’t want to stir up the storm that had barely settled.

Raven recognized what he was refraining from saying. 

The spirits, the haunting, the questions neither of them wanted to address head-on—yet. Cullen was trying to keep things light for their mother’s sake, so she doesn't hear. But his brother's restraint was a loaded silence anyway.

Raven sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Well… does it look like I’m not happy?”

“You don't. You look confused as hell. Well, you never exactly make things easy for yourself, do you?” Cullen shot back, folding his arms across his chest.

Raven nodded slowly, his lips curving into a faint smile. There wasn’t any v

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