A fucking shell. Christ, he was dramatic. Not news to Kiernan. "Ye know all that can be erased, right? We know a few people," Grasp reminded his little brother. Magicians, telepaths, gods...
Biggest. sigh. ever. "I know ye hurt worse than most," the feelings and all that, "but-" balls. While proud of Ronan for being a stand-up man and letting Gael try her hand at adulting and standing on her own two feet, Kiernan was frustrated and helpless in curing Mars' pity pandemic. At the risk of it catching... "Ye're a burden and a curse and I'll find out all I can as soon as ye're gone - and as much as I can before ye go. Savvy?" And then he hugged Ronan where he stood with his hands in his tight jeans and he couldn't escape Grasp's bear hug. Squeeze. Sniff. "Ye smell better than I thought ya would."