05-14-2010, 05:44 AM
Lost didn't seem to react to Isis' tug on his hand at first, and then he turned his gaze away from Life, blinking slowly. As though coming out of his rage-filled daze, the youth sat down again, calming himself forcefully. Picking up his mug with his free hand, Lost took a long drink, squeezing Isis' hand as it rested within his.
When Isis spoke her thoughts, both of the brothers froze. Lost looked at Life over the rim of his mug, and the pale doll seemed to falter for a moment. Life stuttered over a reply, and then fell silent. For the first time, a stunned silence filled the room.
Breaking the silence, Life stood up slowly, moving toward the stove. "Would you," he paused, a strange expression on his face, "like some more tea?" Glancing over his shoulder at both of the others, he kept his features neutral.
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