"Okay. Then do you want to come with me when I go back to my family?" Ethan flinched like that idea physically hurt him. "To the heart of the Oscura Clan? Shall I just spit on my family's graves while I'm at it?" "Perhaps. Were they particularly nasty bastardos? If you have reason to hate them then spit away." "You know that's not what I meant." "Enlighten me then," I suggested.
