( A/N: I'm not even sure if anyone's reading anymore, but I received the text that my laptop will be back tomorrow. Fingers crossed. )
Aaron was a reasonable man.
He liked to think of himself as someone who could handle surprises well. A monster attack? Fine. A guild ambush? Sure. An unexpected bill at a restaurant? Painful, but manageable.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
He sat across from his elder sister — his elder sister, a woman he had only just discovered existed in any meaningful capacity — and replayed her sentence in his head. Once. Twice. Five times. Seven. He gave it a solid dozen repetitions, approaching it from different angles like a man trying to find the hidden picture in one of those optical illusion posters.
No matter how he looked at it, the words refused to rearrange themselves into something sensible.
They just kept saying the same thing.
Will you help your dear elder sis here, brother? I promise I'll be gentle.
