Tension struck the room: a long-lost uncle standing opposite his intelligent niece, two of the most successful Smiths, each on the brink of changing their family's fate, meeting for the first time.
"Dad always spoke about you," Alexander muttered, voice heavy. He knew silence would only make the reunion more awkward; besides, he needed to hear what the captain knew first.
A smirk ghosted across the captain's face. His eyes dropped as if he were daydreaming. His brother had kept their legacy alive, unaware that soon no one from the world of the living would remain to carry it forward.
"He was a good brother," Captain Ron began. "I was heartbroken to hear about his death." He laid an arm on Alexander's shoulder.
Alexander's eyes twitched with pain beneath the gesture; with that touch came an overwhelming weight of power,raw, heavy. The captain muttered under his breath, as if he had forgotten to dampen his mana.
