Poison did not grow in the body alone: the most dangerous of poisons took root in the mind. And both Sol and Morgan had their own poisons, Titan sadly knew. One was a very physical thing that had all the same dug itself deep into Morgan's spirit, while the other was an affliction of the mind in Sol that had all the same begun to take its toll on her body, with her endless pacing, her irritability, her moments of anger and flashes of distrust.
It was Sol he worried for more: Morgan needed healing, but that healing he trusted would come in time, and it was not the poisons he worried taking power over her, but rather, the power itself. He knew his little sister well, and that even if the substance was what had unlocked this door, what she loved most was power: not in the way Sol did, but in a darker, and perhaps crueler way. In a way that sometimes made him afraid for what she might become, if such lusts were not tempered.
Sol, however, had always seen things through the lenses of the poison that bubbled and boiled away in her mind, and it led her back to making the same decisions she regretted, again and again. He admired his sister for her strength, her fearlessness, her tenacity, her dedication to her cause... but he feared, too, where those things would take her as well. Sol did not back down. Sol did not show mercy, unless it was begged and pleaded for by himself and Morgan. Sol did not know that love was something you tried to share with the world, not just your own family. And Sol, he knew, would not hesitate to sacrifice anything and everything that she saw as a threat. Perhaps, sadly, even her own kin, if they became something she saw as 'enemy.'
For that was Sol's poison: absolutes. That there was absolute good, and absolute evil. That darkness and light had to be at either end of the scale, always opposed. That night was one thing, and day another; how was it that for someone so strong, so smart, so dedicated, Sol could not see nor understand that these beautiful things shared the same sky?
It made him sad. It hurt his heart. Sol could become so much more than she was, if only she would learn that life was not lived in extremes and absolutes: that she was imprisoning herself, endangering herself, with the way she struggled to make every event an all-or-nothing gambit.
Titan knew there were poisons in the minds of both his siblings, but even if Morgan seemed to be in the greatest danger, he knew that it was Sol who was suffering most. Perhaps it was Morgan's poisons that had brought Sol's own toxic thoughts back into her mind. It made him hurt to think of how Sol railed on Morgan for 'weakness,' while not recognizing the vulnerability of her own self.
Titan hurt, because his siblings hurt. And yet he knew there was only so much he could do. Ultimately, they had to find their own way, he knew. He could only try and help them along the path, and be there to catch them, should they stumble or fall. And he would be, as much as possible, for he loved his siblings, and would do anything for them, anything to see them safe.
And Titan knew, in his heart of hearts, that when the day came, he would give his life to keep them safe. He only hoped that they would remember the few lessons he had to teach, and remember above all else to take care of each other.
For even if they both suffered and hurt under the ache of their own poisons, Titan knew that sometimes there was no better cure for one's own ailments than helping another with theirs.
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