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He could almost roll his eyes at the stubborn way his sister would refuse to cooperate, but it was an answer he would take over nothing. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, more to rub in her face that her hands were tied, than anything. And there it was again, the comparison once more made between him and their mother and father. He’d heard it several times before, especially from her, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Still, he needed to save face. “Doesn’t really matter if I like them or not, does it?” he said, challenging some thoughts. “I do what they ask me to, end of story. Makes the conversations shorter.”
Athena bit the inside of her cheek at his words, the retort she was about to throw at his face pushed deep down, because he was right. Her hands were tied and she had to attend whether she wanted to or not. “Have you even seen the way we interact?” It was mostly their parents talking while she tried to keep as quiet as possible. A polite smile, a nod and the everlasting passive-aggressive looks exchanged. “I would give anything not to have to deal with them at any moment. They have a perfect son in you, don’t they? Why bother with me?”










