Edwin sat heavily back in his chair as this revelation settled over him, seeping down into his bones. Over the last few days he had been so consumed with trying to orient himself that he had not considered there was a possibility that this was temporary. One by one, his siblings around him voiced their opposition, each in their own way. When it came to what might be his turn a small, insidious whisper in his mind asked would it be so bad?

He didn't look up again until he processed that Sera was talking about prison prison. Actual prison, not the magical prisons they'd just escaped.

"What exactly are you suggesting?"

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