Heart not blood

The old man and the shadowy figure had a chat once more ;" You shouldnt look to your own blood to find your own kindred, did you not release them from the torment? Your people are maybe not related by blood? But by the heart.. "

The shadowy figure sat quietly starring in to the ground, he always listened to what his intution told him and pictures of how they behaved when released from the shackles of despair tormented his mind..

" I told my blood to not touch the golden coins they were handed, they were cursed.. My closest listened to my words, the others did not.. But you are right, i have to have mercy on those who are related by the heart and not by blood "

And they shared a meal until the sunset..