"Not as much as he used to be," Micah admitted with a sad smile. "Sometimes I miss how open he used to be. His brother's actions--they changed a lot of things. But he's still like that. He'd still much rather give someone a hug than be sharp with them. It's just that now he knows it doesn't always work."

Especially not with certain of his brothers. They hadn't always fought, although on the elder's side, he'd always been ... jealous of the younger.

Micah glanced over, and although He looked that age where telling actual age was impossible, there was something especially timeless in His eyes now. "What makes you think there hasn't been one? A warning? A hint? A time-frame?"