Hello, Mother. I trust you aren't entangled with anything... questionable at the moment?
"Of course not my darling star." Talia laughed softly hearing his question, it was so very like him. "I haven’t been entangled in what feels like ages."
Talia’s heart nearly stopped hearing Damian, her eyes seemed to lose the glimmer of joy she had just by him coming to see her. She had made a new life away from his grandfather something she had always wanted, now her darling star was wishing to destroy him.
"Damian my love, don’t flirt with that particular slice of danger. I have kept myself well off his radar for many years now." Her eyes seemed to plead with him, not wanting to see him hurt by her father. "He’s grown stronger with the League. He won’t hesitate to kill you. He had no problem in killing your uncle many years ago."
Talia quickly closed her eyes feeling the tears threaten to fall, pulling herself together. “Please my sweet star, just let him be. I can not fathom losing you.”
"That is precisely why I must pursue him." Damian took one of Talia's slender hands, cupping it between his own. His fingers had grown long over the years, his palm wide and hardened with strength. "We are not free so long as he lives. You've evaded him, but you know you can't do so indefinitely.
"He will not take you from me," he added, voice dropping low and fervent as he grazed a finger over her cheek. No teardrop had yet fallen, but he saw the path it might track across her skin, and he wondered how many nights she'd allowed her sorrow to rain freely down her face. "He won't take me from you, either. You have my word, Mother. But we cannot allow him to ravage this world a moment longer."