"Meh. You might think we don't know each other, yet, we're brothers." Peyton shook, her hands over her knees, which her face had been dug into. She whimpered. Clarity came in with Nylon Sierre. She set him down on the table, and the worker jumped back over the counter, not bothering to use the doors. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Hotaru, which means "dark" in japanese."