Deadman Book 3 Chapter 4: Family Reunion

I walked out alone and was worn out by all the conversation. My travel back across the Cut was hard, but it also gave solitude, and ti to breathe. Two things Id been sorely lacking in since Id taken on the role of Marshal.

I walked through the streets toward Nicos house. I found my feet draggin a bit, but there were things I needed to hear from her, and things I thought she may need to hear from . Id left her, in a sense, in charge. Id deputized her, granting her so new abilities and skills that I hoped would allow her to act in my place while I was gone. She could likely have done the job even without what Id given, but every bit helped. I knew that as well as she did.

Any hesitation I felt as I walked was wiped away by the muttering, pointing, and stares of my fellow deadn as I walked through Potts winding streets. I was used to those, but I had a feeling they might result in conversation if I stayed still for two long, and that was sothing I preferred to avoid.

I made it to Nicos house. It managed to be distinct by being undecorated, while all of the dos around it had been painted or carved into intricate designs, patterns, or pictures. One particular standout was right next to hers, with a full scale family portrait on the front of it. Hers however, sat in plain orange-brown. The sa shade as the material it had been built with.

I approached the door, and gave it two firm knocks. I heard motion on the other side, and slled Nico as she got closer to the door, her scent so similar to my own that Id often been unable to notice her approach when I wasnt paying attention. The fact that I hadnt questioned the reason for that up until this point surprised .

She opened the door, and looked up at . She was around six feet tall, so I stood a fair bit higher than her. She looked much the sa as when Id left her, but I noticed a fresh scar on her left cheek that hadnt been there before.

Before I could say or do anything, she wrapped her arms around and gave a squeeze hard enough to hurt.

It surprised . Shed usually given my space. I wasnt very good at reciprocating physical affection, and she wasnt usually the type to give it out, but I did my best to return the gesture.

She stepped back and gestured for to co inside. I knew youd be back safe, she said as I walked in.

That makes one of us, I replied as I moved into her house. It was much the sa as I rembered it. A wall of classic books, very different from my own collection of sci-fi and fantasy paperbacks, and art shed looted from museums on a few of the walls. Theyd been shifted slightly, and I noticed a few new books and pieces of art here and there, but it was much the sa. The only major change was the massive Ursan fur carpet that now covered the majority of the floor.

She noticed looking. I had a trip to the Black Woods. Helped them figure out why the ursans had grown so aggressive. Wound up killing this one in the process.

I nodded. They arent easy to kill.

They are when you drop a heavy enough rock on them.

I nodded. Good strategy. Why were they more aggressive?

Theyre food source was dying. There are massive pits of flesh. They sll a bit like pigs, taste like a mix of things. They grow and spread in the deepest parts of the woods. The ursans rely on them as their primary source of food, but they started dying, and appearing less.

Did you fix the problem?

She shook her head. Theres no fixing it. The solution is to kill them until theyre all gone or learn not to attack people.

You sound like .

Sotisyour solution is the best one.

I nodded and sat there awkwardly for a few monts. I wasnt sure of how to bring up that we were siblings.

Coffee? she asked.

I squinted at her. Whered you get it?

From Deux.

Of course you did.

Do you want so or not?

I sighed. I do, thank you.

Nico walked into the kitchen, and I took a seat where she could keep talking to from the kitchen.

Hes going to be here in a short while. Wanted to hear about my last trip out. Ill wait until he gets here for you to tell what happened to you, and for to tell you whats been happening here. I know you wouldnt enjoy having to tell twice, and I dont want to tell you, then Deux about my last trek to dina.

Im your brother.

There was a brief pause, I heard water start to boil, then a packet of instant coffee was opened, followed by the pouring of two cups.

Nico stepped out of the kitchen, handed a mug, and took a seat across from . How did you find out? she asked.

You knew? I asked. I wasnt surprised, necessarily. Id had a long ti to think about all of our past interactions while I made my way back across the Cut. Shed been one of the first people to speak with when Id arrived in Potts. One of only two to take the ti and get to know . I didnt bla the other teenagers, theyd lived in Potts their entire life, and been raised with one another. I was a stranger, and while they were friendly, I wasnt exactly making an effort on my own to be amiable. Nico had simply started being in the sa places I was. Eating at the sa table, sitting with when I went to watch the undertakers leave, practicing shooting and fighting with . Deux had followed shortly after, but in his case it would appear that was more because he had a weird taste in friends rather than being a secret sibling.

I did. Mom had told about you. Asked to keep an eye out. When you first arrived and I heard the rumors about you, I thought it may be you. Then I t you, and I knew right away.

She asked you to keep an eye out how kind of her, I was surprised by the amount of malice dripping from my voice as I spoke.

She talked about you a lot. It didnt co easy to her, but she made sure I knew who you were. Leaving you behind broke her heart.

Her poor heart I guess thats more important than the scars on my back.

Nico shook her head, her expression a lesson in neutrality that every mber of the Honored Dead could take a lesson from. You can think whatever youd like about her. Say whatever you want. Shes dead. Im sure shed rather you say whatever makes you feel better.

I made an effort to unclench my teeth. Nico was right, It didnt matter. She was dead, and what had been done couldnt be undone. Why didnt you tell ? I asked.

I wasnt sure how to. I was a kid. I did my best.

I nodded, I didnt need my lie detector ability to know that was true. In the end, Nico being my sister didnt change anything. I already wouldve done whatever I could for her even before I knew we were blood. And if shed died before I knew, it wouldve had the sa result as now. A trail of dead and a river of viscera.

I took a long sip of coffee. It was nice, and I paid attention as the heat of it traveled down my throat and into my stomach.

Nico did the sa, taking a long sip and looking at the wall where one of her paintings hung, one of a still pond with lilies sitting on them. The silence wasnt uncomfortable, just full of thought and weight that we were both working our way through in our own ti. By the ti I was at the last sip of my coffee, the reality of how our relationship had changed had seed to settle on each of us. I took that last sip and savored it, enjoying a flavor I hadnt been able to experience since Id begun my journey.

I looked up at her as I finished. I could do much worse for a sibling. I managed to say.

She nodded, and I saw a smile touch the corner of her mouth. Thats true. What if it had turned out that Deux was your brother?

I stared into my empty coffee cup, pretending as if the thought was doing trendous damage to , then managed to look up at her, a smile peeking through my expression to match hers. In that case, mother almost certainly wouldnt have taken him with her.