Twins. Sylas couldn’t imagine himself with one child let alone more. Let alone ones he couldn’t tell apart. Surely there was some sort of marker or enchantment they could put on the children to tell them apart? He didn’t make the suggestion. He merely smiled awkwardly and nodded. “Well then I hope so too.” He did want his brother to be happy.

He was glad for the excuse to leave. Long drawn out conversations had never been his thing. “I’ll keep you updated on my progress,” he said before giving a nod in departure.

[END]