Fall Month: 3 
Night 
Hurricane Moon: 
Onas shook his head, exhaling dryly. The ones who couldn't heal. Himself... the woman with her eye... the warrior out there. He could see the haunted shadows just barely hanging behind the way he stood and walked. There were shadows in his closet that hid the skeletons.
But he wasn't the one willing to pry that open.
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Xevon shook his head lightly. At the least, Lily understood. That much he could be grateful for. She took a step back out of the ring of fire, so to speak. Callisto hardly moved at all, but unsurprisingly... Finn had not.
Finn seemed to refuse to destroy the locket. He was so focused on the fact that the locket was something 'good' and not the worst thing to grace his presence. Xevon knew he wasn't fond of the wings.
But Xevon also knew where the locket had come from, how it had gotten there, what it had been a reminder for and, perhaps more importantly, who it had been for.
A betrayal wrapped in darkness.
How dare he keep it?
"What if something goes wrong?" Finn finally asked, drawing him from his thoughts. "What if something goes wrong if we destroy it?"
"... what could go wrong?" Xevon scowled darkly. "Huh? What?"
The other man hesitated. "Like it could explode... or it could have another curse in it--"
"Give it to me," Xevon held his hand out for the locket.
