The silence that followed Nero's words was deafening. Marilyn stared into the eyes of her young boy and found that… they were no longer the eyes of a young boy at all. In those bright blue eyes was a fire that the return of his brother could not extinguish.
There were no words that could be said - by her at least - that would bring back the Nero of old. The irony was that his whole life, she had trained him, raised him to be tough, to be fierce, to be the best warrior that he could be, yet now all she wanted was to see Nero how he once was. She wanted to see that bright, loving boy he used to be before his brother disappeared.
Although he still smiled now, and though he still made friends, and still lived life with purpose, it was not the same.
She sighed internally, though she did not let any of her emotions show on her expression. Motherhood had really made her sentimental.
