Mekare stood behind Maharet, her eyes barely able to look from the floor. She lived every day with the knowledge that her sister loved the very man that had raped her, that had cut out her tongue. She could not even look at him for she feared the rage would take over her soul. She respected her sister far too much.
Marius exited the room with much fanfare. He was in rare form tonight. Mekare wondered if the separation from Pandora that the world gates afforded us caused his instability for it was a rare occurrence that he would talk to the elders with such angst. He was almost always extremely respectful of all the First Brood.
When Maharet mentioned that she could not allow the deaths of the Romanus clan, it wasn’t a heartfelt sentiment that drove her conviction. It was the knowledge that this clan more than any other had the potential to survive the ages and blend into humanity, rather than destroy it. They were the future of our kind.