With the door locked, you stay Home

Siren never had to apologise, not to him. ~~Mother be damned,~~ She'd suffered enough for her flaws and failings.

He felt the nothingness from the other side of it now, though only an echo. The cutting of the string, spiraling inward, into darkness, into nothing once more. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck

This is familiar, isn't i

He shouldn't have asked. He rattled with the sensation, struggling to return to his senses. "You are enough." Even if Siren hadn't asked, the memory rushed through him all the same. Pain, screaming down its nervous system as its body was kept alive, barely conscious. Its fleshed tore free of the body as it felt that same apology wail down the line as she, sister, was taken before he could reach. He failed her. His one chance to protect his family and HE HAD FAILED, O̸H̴ ̴M̴O̷T̶H̷E̷R̸ ̵̳̠̭͖̎̽͝M̸͙̮̆͐̉̋͜O̴̗̰̯͍͍͋T̸͔̙̣̍͜H̸̨͓͈̀͐̒̀͝E̷̹͖̓́̅́̐Ŗ̸̹͝ Ṗ̴̡̧̡̡̮͍̼͔̲͖͕͉̄̈́̈́͂̈́͐̉̕͜͝ͅL̸̞̘̗̪̥̃̄́̒̑̿̌͗͗͛̄̎̃̔̎̿͝͝͠Ȩ̷̨̖͎̯͓̪͇͍̪͓̘̠̣̫̪̖̘̕͜Å̸̢̛̹̯̰̠̬̹͔̞͈̜͙̮̱̠̦̣̱̎̑́̆́̓̈́̊͘͜͝ͅS̶̰̉̔̀͌̍̒͐̏̐̾̽͐̂̄́̔̆͝͝͠ͅĘ̴̯̪̦͉̺͉̠̲̫̆̀̒̈́̏̊̎͜͝

"You are enough." And distantly, a vision of something far, far worse than that. Ships on the sea - two things neither of them had ever seen, dancing amidst a storm, waiting for the end. Knowing each other truly for what they were, for the parts of them their ~~mother's~~ couldn't define. Knowing that despite everything-

Finally, the stream was severed, and Juggernaut forced himself to become a non-thinking entity, cling to that buzz of warmth that was always there for him when he faltered like this. He was quiet for a long, long time.

Juggernaut was reminded why he had to be careful with his own mind. He could no longer share himself freely, or exist within others untethered - this blight on his consciousness dragged all that had broken him with it. Again, he'd endangered this sibling. Again, he'd brought it harm.

It was nothing, for a moment. No one. Just the background hum of the web.

But Juggernaut could not escape himself forever. He would had to be present for his family, at the very least. He lowered himself again, his version of taking a seat. His wings wafted gently around him as he answered Siren, the thought carrying a tired finality.

No. I am not.

They sat in silence, the rift between Juggernaut and all it'd once known widening. Inch by inch, further, further, further. It was nothing but itself, a hollowed out shell of what it could've been, once. If it hadn't-

Mother began to leak in again, slowly. She told him he was tired, so so tired. Or maybe that was his voice. The lines were blurring into one, brilliant halo of light.

Long after their last thought, he began to express, gently, that he wanted to rest now. It came in a low buzz emanating from his carapace. His many eyelids began to draw closed, thoughtless warmth welcoming into Her embrace again. He was grateful.