"WHAT happened? Did you fight with your brother?" Astrid asked, his voice soft with worry. He hesitated for a second before adding, "Is it... because of me?" He didn't wait for an answer, rushing to reassure the other. "If it were, then you shouldn't be angry for me. I mean, I wasn't really that offended. Maybe a little irked, but that's it."
"At first, I was mad for you," Wulfric began, his voice rough and unsteady. He ran a hand through his hair, a clear sign of his agitation. "Then, it escalated, and I said something that I shouldn't have." He swallowed hard, the words seeming to physically pain him. "I... I crossed a line and hurt him. You know how insensitive I could be."
