Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own.
Despite that, something seemed different.
Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew’s pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seem almost gold.
For centuries our families fought together, against their common enemy. Despite their differences, together. We need to do the same if we’re gonna survive. Because the enemy is real. It’s always been real.