"Oden? Isn't that the Viscount's hometown?" Michael asked.
"Yes, it is," Andrew replied, his tone flat.
"Why would you want to go there?" Michael asked. He walked up to his brother from behind, his face showing genuine concern.
"I have something to do there, you don't have to worry about it," Andrew said and then kept packing.
Michael stretched out his hand and grabbed Andrew by the shoulder, turning him to look at him. "You've been my brother since I was born, and I've always been close to you. I know when something is wrong with you, so tell me what it is," Michael said. He looked right into the eyes of his brother. Their shadows flickered and danced under the light; there was a heavy silence.
Sigh!
Andrew sighed and then slapped Michael's hand off his shoulder. "There are things you can't understand, Michael, things that are beyond what you know and can know," Andrew said and turned around.
