"Brother... you've cried over all this before. Don't torture yourself further." The other man pushes back his cloak to reveal a familiar visage, but multiply scarred and aged. He surveys the group, shaking his head softly. "You shouldn't be here Cassandra, not you or any of the family." Each word seems to be sincere, but they come across void of emotion.
He parts his gaze from them and crosses the room to a woman who entered with Kristoff. "My jewel..."
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