At the answer, Quillan had to turn his eyes away, avert them down to the floor where he pretended to see something interesting before swinging his gaze to the stairway, checking out some imaginary noise. His brother had definitely been himself.
"Rex has killed a pack before," he said softly. Quillan's voice was almost always low in volume. He didn't mumble, or murmur, but it was difficult to hear him sometimes if you weren't paying attention. Rex had learned to take pause and listen to him closely. "He didn't take a hostage first though. I'm sorry you had to suffer before--well--before whatever happens."
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