"I'm expecting that you are all thinking the same thing that I am, right? But I'll say it anyways, otherwise what's the point of this council.
We need to split up. Live separate lives."
Scar drummed his fingers against the table as he spoke, glancing between the other two. Seth nodded softly, but Corvus frowned in confusion. All of this was much newer to him, he had been alone until he had come here, and so he was behind on the conversation.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Scar quickly held up a hand to silence him before continuing.
"I don't mean that two of us need to give up what we were before. At the end of the day, no matter what we call ourselves we are still Seth. Even if we aren't the original..."
Scars voice trailed off and was quickly overshadowed by the booming, cocky laughter of Corvus. He puffed his chest out more and held his head high.
"Of course you're not the original, because I am! I'm glad that you so readily accepted-"
