Dolemeck's apartment was a wreck. He had turned over bookcases in what appeared to be an utter rage, unlike any Derek had ever seen from his cousin. He finally found Dolemeck in the middle of the floor of his living room, just crying brokenly. The thirteenth century sword he had taken from the museum at his side.
He had never shown such raw emotion with Derek before, or anyone for that matter. He was just a complete mess right now.
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