Corvus sat at the base of a large maple, observing his twin sister, Lilith. While he remained in the shade at the top of the hill alone, she lay further down, in the sun with her friends and beau. It seemed that he and she were always opposites, in personality as well as appearance. His hair was short, straight, and a deep indigo like their mother's. Her long dreadlocks, tied in a thick ponytail, reached down past her shoulders, and were naturally green like their father's, though a few of the thick strands were dyed a bright purple. Both their eyes were hetero chromatic, but his left eye was violet, and his right eye was green, and hers were the reverse. The powers he possessed were tied directly to his emotions, and thus he had a chakra stone placed in order to center himself, while his sister never needed such a thing, her powers being more like their father's.

Another prime example of their juxtaposition was their friends. Hers, and his lack thereof. While Corvus wasn't completely friendless, his group was more or less limited to their team, and a few others. Lilith, on the other hand, always knew someone no matter where they went in the city. She naturally outshone him in social situations, drawing people to her with her bright smile, and cheery attitude. Corvus was dour, sarcastic, and literally sucked light out of the room when he entered, an unfortunate side effect of his more powerful demonic heritage. They had their similarities of course. Pale gray-green skin, pointed ears, and pronounced canines, to name a few. They were both vegetarian, like their parents, and they were the same height as well. However, they were so starkly different in everything else that Corvus often wondered if they were, in fact, related.

His book forgotten in the grass beside him, he continued to watch as his sister pointed up to the clouds, said something, and everyone broke out laughing. The frown on his face deepened, just slightly. He really didn't get it. Why was she so charming, and why was he so… not? Was it something wrong with him?

"Heya sport. Why the long face?" A familiar voice said from behind.

Turning in place, Corvus' eyes came to rest on his father, Garfield Logan, The Changeling. His father stood behind him and to the left, holding in one hand a water balloon about the size of a large potato. He was a tall man, broad shouldered, and well-muscled. He was getting older, evidenced by the gray starting to appear at his temples, yet still had a youthful exuberance about him. People often said that he looked like his father, but Corvus didn't see it. Maybe once he grew out of his teenage years, and started working out.

"Sport?" Corvus returned, arching one eyebrow.

"No?"

"No."

His father tossed the balloon to his other hand. "Ah well. What's eating you?"

"Nothing." Corvus replied, turning back to face forward.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." Garfield said, flopping down next to him.

Corvus remained silent.

"Does it have to do with your sister?"

His eye twitched, barely.

"I see." His father continued, watching his face intently. "And what is it about her?"

Refusing to answer, Corvus simply brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around them.

"Did she prank you again?"

Nope.

"Or did she break something of yours?"

No.

"Is seeing her with her friends it?"

His eye twitched again. Damn.

"Ah ha!" His father exclaimed triumphantly. "You feel left out."

Corvus leveled a glare at his father. "That's not it."

His father simply raised an eyebrow, and tossed the water balloon back to his other hand.

"I was just wondering why she has so many friends, and I have so few." Corvus explained.

"Isn't it just because she's so open, and inviting?"

"Obviously. I'm wondering why I'm not like that."

"Well that's because your mother and I trained you to control your emotions since your powers are so much like hers."

"But mom is absolutely fine expressing herself."

"It took quite some time for her to gain control over herself like that, and she was years older than you." His father said.

Corvus remained silent, unsatisfied with that answer. Next to him, his father rubbed the back of his head, obviously uncertain of how to deal with the conversation.

"This is probably a better conversation to have with your mother, I've never really been any good with this kind of stuff." He continued finally. "There was a time when I had trouble expressing what I was feeling. It was a tough time, but what saved me wasn't all the different surface level friends I had. It was the Titans, my closest friends. It's okay to only have a few friends."

Another long pause. His father was obviously struggling to find the right words.

"Listen, if you want to change yourself that's totally fine. It's great in fact. But don't feel that you have to become someone else to feel better about who you are. And take it slow. If there is one thing I learned from my own experience, it's that if you rush these kind of things, they'll blow up in your face." He said after a moment.

"That was…" Corvus said slowly. "Really terrible, dad."

His father laughed. "Yeah, I'm no good at this kind of thing. That's why I usually leave it to my better half."

He seemed to notice something behind Corvus, and got a suddenly contemplative look in his eyes then he broke out in a grin.

"Alright, I'm going to go see a certain wife of mine about this water balloon." He said, popping up from the ground. "But before I go let me just say, I had no idea that your mother even remotely liked me until she barged into my room and, metaphorically, beat me over the head with it. Don't be an idiot like your dad, son.

Corvus scrunched his eyebrows as he watched his father stroll down the hill towards the picnic, whistling the whole time. The hell is that supposed to mean?

Half a heartbeat later, someone sat down softly next to him, causing him to flinch slightly. He whipped around, ready to give the intruder a piece of his mind, but stopped when he saw who it was, and settled with just giving them a cross look.

"Hello, friend Corvus." She greeted.

"Hello, Mar'i." He returned dryly.

Her casual smile widened and brightened, which in turn made the frown he was wearing return to a simple, flat line. She had bright red hair like her mother, but icy blue eyes like her father. It was a striking combination that worked well with her sharp features of natural beauty.

"What are you doing here?"

"Thinking." He explained, looking back down towards his sister.

Mar'i followed his gaze. "I see. Would you mind terribly if I sat and thought with you?"

The young empath glanced back at her. Unlike her mother Starfire, Mar'i hadn't developed the need to constantly ask questions, and instead was perfectly happy waiting for an explanation, or answer. Because of that, and a number of other things about her, she was, probably, his best friend.

"No, not at all."

She hummed happily, and scooted a bit closer, placing her hand close enough to his so that their pinkies rubbed each other. He didn't notice, his mind was elsewhere. She sighed, and leaned against his shoulder with hers. Subconsciously, he leaned further into the warmth she provided.

"Hey Mar'i?"

"Hmmm?"

"Am I… different?"

She cocked her head to the side, and looked at him curiously. "From what?"

"I mean, like, weird, or strange." Corvus clarified.

"Oh yes, very strange. The strangest person I know." She told him.

He frowned. Mar'i was a very nice person, and had the best intentions, but sometimes she missed certain social cues. It was normally an endearing quality, since she tended to be direct, and had no interest in playing games with people, but right now it wa–

"It's wonderful." She finished, returning her gaze to the park before them, and tucking her hair behind one ear.

Again the frown on his face evaporated, returning his expression to neutral, with just a hint of a smile. Sighing contentedly, she rested her head on his shoulder, and Corvus didn't know why, but he suddenly felt better. Happy, even. Odd, how the presence of one person could change your mood so drastically. He wondered idly why that was.

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And it's done! Thank you very much for your readership, and all the nice reviews, and encouragement! You guys are seriously the best! Did you guys like my versions of the children? Did you like how I ended the story? I tried to tie it in more with the main story, but it ended up feeling forced, and clunky, so I revised it until I got this. I hope I didn't disappoint anyone. I forgot to mention in the last chapter, but the significance of the title comes from the first chapter, where Garfield says "it's not that I don't like you, it's that I can't. I'm broken." The implied meaning being that he could/would pursue a relationship with her if he wasn't so fucked up.

Time for a mailbag bitches!

RPGPersona – yeah, I know! I tried to foreshadow it a bit by mentioning the dagger, and chest pains in chapters 4 and 7, respectively, but it was only a vague idea that I had since I really didn't plan out the whole story. Oh well. Hopefully you enjoyed this epilogue!

Stella Bella 123 – thanks! I tried really hard to convey the frustration that he felt, so am glad that you got that. I hope this epilogue didn't disappoint!

. – good! That was totally my intention!

CuddlyHawk – thank you! My intention with this story was to really dig into his past and find a way to reinterpret his character, so I'm really glad when people say stuff like this. Also, what's a headcanon?

Thanks for sticking with me all the way to the end! Be sure to check out all my other stories!

– Mocha