"Your family's still looking for her," she sighed sadly. "I'm sorry."
She thought of Astrophyllite, still searching for Avalon. Of Kent -- Nazca -- tirelessly scouring the city for any sign of Tara, long after she'd been gone. She thought of Cove's family. Degrasse's. And a memory of her own family, too, and the look of very faint surprise on their faces when she'd woken up after a year in a coma.
It was all there: the scars of war. Who they touched. Who they didn't. Each one may as well have been a pale blossom in Kerberos's dark hair.
"It's -- " Hvergelmir struggled for words, a little. Her thoughts got jumbled, sometimes, when she was trying to tackle unfamiliar topics. Things she didn't have much experience with. Families, she supposed, were probably in that category. "It's hard to heal -- as a person, on your own -- from inside a broken family. I think . . . if you could find some way to tell them what happened to your sister -- even, even just as Kerberos, if you won't tell them about yourself -- it might be easier for them. For you."
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