“So.”

How much can be packed into a word so short? Well… everything.

Her ‘so’ meant everything. A question, even if it wasn’t really posed as such. An acknowledgment, one of actions too awful to simply fib away. And an opening.

This was where he should tell her. Where he should tell her why he’d given Alex the box, why he’d done anything with the hunter’s son at all. Why he had tried to do… anything.

He’d only wanted to help, really.

He’d not meant to… Alex knew nothing of how dangerous that box could be, and he was dying for it. Even if he didn’t know it.

And in the end, his try was for nought. Because the hunter would know exactly who had cursed his son (he didn’t mean it, he just wanted it all to be over, he wanted to prove to someone that magic wasn’t dangerous-) and he would find them. And he’d kill them both.

Of course, it was Alex’s dad who brought the war to them in the first place, if she was truly to be believed, so in a way…

No.

No.

He could not say it was fitting. To kill the hunter’s son because he had killed their parents. Because Alex wasn’t even born yet. He wouldn’t be born for another two months.

So… why did she seem so pleased with what he’d done?