"I'm sorry, about your brother and your... Parents." Lachlan said, watching with pity as the small boy curled up into a small, weeping ball. Mapleshade and Michael had to have screwed his head up, bad. "I'm not lying, Alec. I wouldn't do that about something like this. I'm not that kind of person. You and him had the same father."As Lachlan went to put a hand on Alec's shoulder, the boy recoiled violent. "I had one brother!" He spat, his voice high-pitched. "Shadow! And he's dead! And so is my mom and dad!" He fell back, his chest heaving as tears fell to the floor of the van, staining his pale cheeks.
His words didn't sound like a distressed, grieving seven year old. He sounded like someone much older. It was scary how adult he sounded. Maple and Michael's influence, perhaps?
He buried his face in his small hands, knees drawing up to his chest, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "You're lying. You're lying."
He glanced outside of the car, eyes locking with River's, who had been listening to the entire conversation silently, adding everything up in her head. "I don't know what to do." He mouthed to her with a small shake of his head.
She jerked her head to tell him to move, and he obliged, allowing her to take his place beside Alec. "So, Alec,--" She murmured, eyes set directly in-front of her, trying to be non-threatening yet have a tough and authoritative appearance. Maybe he'd respond good to that, seeing as who his parents were. "--I'd say something gushy about how it's gonna be okay, but I don't think you want or need that right now." She said silkily, pushing some hair out of her face, not even thinking as her scars were revealed.
