"You were. Both of you."

Training could be the excuse, but at the end of the day it was family. His parents, his grandmother, overseeing it all. There was nothing wrong, in his mind, to recognizing the difference. Would it have been fair if they'd been spared? Probably not, in the view of other Crows. But it didn't change anything, didn't make it right. The other Crows didn't have their own blood handing the 'training' down. Could keep it separate.

But he was more than willing to obey. He left his hand on the back of his neck, running the fingers sitting at the base of Lucanis' spine lightly up one scar and down another. Over and over, as long as he was allowed.

"You'll just have to forgive me. That I don't like your family very much."

That was putting it lightly. But considering how much was still left to be done between his cousin and his grandmother, a tactical approach seemed best. Maybe once the gods were dead he could press the issue a little harder. Or a decade from now, if he was going to play with the idea of a future anyway.