Brotherly Love -

He turned to see Leo, breathless and clutching the compass. The younger boy didn't look angry; he looked determined.

Leo shook his head, pressing the wooden disc back into Elias's palm. "I already know where I am, and I know where you're going. You're the one heading into the fog, Elias. You take it. As long as you have it, I'll know you’re coming back. That's how I'll find my way—by waiting for you." Brotherly Love

The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the window of the small attic bedroom, a stark contrast to the quiet tension inside. Elias sat at the edge of his bed, turning a worn wooden compass over and over in his hands. It had been their father’s, a relic from a life lived before the world became so heavy. He turned to see Leo, breathless and clutching the compass

"You forgot something," Leo panted, holding the compass out. "I already know where I am, and I know where you're going

As dawn began to bleed through the gray clouds, Elias shoulder his pack. He didn't wake Leo. He knew he couldn't handle the goodbye. But as he reached the gate at the end of the lane, he heard a frantic patter of boots on the gravel. "Elias! Wait!"

"No, Leo, that's for you. To find your way," Elias said softly.