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happens to beasts like me?” he asked.
    She didn't answer, instead letting the quiet night envelop them. High above, a thin line of clouds blotted out the moon. Harruq watched, waiting for the light to return.
    “He killed our daughter,” Aurelia said, so quiet, so timid.
    “I know,” Harruq said.
    “He's hurt you.”
    “I know.”
    The light of the moon returned.
    “How do I let go of that?” she asked.
    Harruq shrugged, the motion spiking pain along his ribs.
    “He's my brother. I love him more than I hate him.”
    Aurelia nestled closer in, wrapping an arm across his shoulders and burying her face, like an animal seeking refuge.
    “But what else can he be to me?” she asked. “Not a brother. Not kin. Just a monster.”
    Harruq closed his eyes, remembering those words long, long ago.
    You're an orc, aren't you?
    He had nearly cleaved the boy in two, his blade slicing down from shoulder to chest.
    “I was a monster, too,” Harruq whispered.
    They said no more, and after several hours, they found sleep.

    T hey kept Qurrah isolated from the rest of the troops. Many were unaware of his involvement, but his black robes and pallid demeanor signified him as different. Accusations of traitor, necromancer, and demon-worshiper filtered through the human soldiers until nearly all were aware of Qurrah's relevance to Neldar's destruction. When not carried in the air by an angel, he trudged along at the back of the army, with Harruq, sometimes Aurelia, as his only guard.
    “They will never forgive me,” Qurrah said after another long, exhausting day putting Veldaren farther and farther behind them. “I think one night I’ll wake up to a rope around my neck.”
    “Hard to blame them,” Harruq said, carefully watching Qurrah's movements for signs of exhaustion. He hadn't eaten well in days, and his weak lungs worried him.
    “I don't,” Qurrah said, stumbling over a sudden burrow in the dirt. Harruq instinctively reached to help him, but Qurrah waved him away.
    “How could I blame them?” he continued. “I started this war. How many are from Neldar? How many watched their loved ones die while my undead chanted my name like I was some glorious conqueror? How many...?”
    He couldn't go on, and for that Harruq was glad. Qurrah looked over at him, a rare moment of humility drenched him like reams of wet cloth.
    “I always claimed we were superior,” he said. “I was full of shit, wasn't I?”
    At this Harruq laughed, hoping to dismiss the pall them.
    “We were young, powerful, and poor,” he said. “Of course we were full of shit.”
    Qurrah motioned to the angels flying overhead.
    “They say I need no penance. No punishments. To even suggest it ruffles their feathers. But I must do something, for my whole heart aches for it. What should I do? How do I make it even? What does one man do to erase a debt owed to thousands?”
    Harruq tried to think of his own moment of humility, knelt before Qurrah's army, weeping open tears as he begged for forgiveness.
    “You do what you can,” he said at last. “Perhaps you'll never make it even. But I don't think that's the point.”
    Qurrah smiled at him.
    “It seems you've supplanted me as the older brother,” he said.
    “Bah. Hardly a job I want.”
    Up ahead, a soft chant rose through the groups of soldiers. They had started singing a song of home, and for each voice that took up the song two more were inspired to join. The deep, rumbling longing reached the two, and in its sound Qurrah halted his march.
    “Leave me,” he said, silencing his brother with a glare when he tried to object. “I must wait here. Bad blood lingers, and if I do not deal with it now, I may never have the courage.”
    “Who?” Harruq asked, glancing back at the marching army.
    “It doesn’t matter,” Qurrah said. “Will you go?”
    The larger half-orc glanced at the angels to see if they’d noticed their pause. So far, it seemed they had not.
    “Will you return to us?” Harruq