Vincent watched as his younger brother stomped away. A group happily walking beside the young man chatted excitedly. The way Creed's emotion flexed and then melted into nothing, caused him to reach out for a second. Vincent closed his eyes and kept his forlorn feelings hidden. Besides the sadness, there seemed to be unexpected gratitude toward the New Hope soldiers. "A place where he belongs," Vincent whispered. He clutched his arm toward his chest.
Vincent lifted up a hand and ran his fingers through his hair. His brother is no longer a child who looked up to him--a child who no longer clung to him, the person that he gave his all to. You were the same way with the queen, a voice whispered in his mind.
Vincent blinked, looking down. He spread his wings. Fresh air would do him good. Vincent took off, flying high in the sky as fast as he could, his emotions driving him further away.