Cassius had changed. He looked so much different now. He wasn’t the scrawny kid that was kinged too early. He was calm, almost regal. How angering. How unfair. After killing his planet, orphaning his only sibling and thousands of others, he was only NOW becoming the leader they had wished him to be?

Anziabos was long gone. The young king had been its downfall. A mixture of his own selfishness, his anger, which only a boy that age could hold, and the responsibilities that had been shoved to him. He was not able to be king. And yet the crown was fit to his head and nailed on.

Now, here stood his sibling. The only one he ever missed from that planet. Angry, as they deserved to be. Quietly, the only words he could think to say fell from his tongue; “I’m sorry.”