She mulls over her words, for about… the fifth time. Breathing slow and thoughtful, deliberate. Almost labored. “Your father is a good man. I’ve always liked him, regardless of faction and the woes that come with it.” She winces to herself. “I always forgave him, at least. Maybe not for his crimes against the others, but. He was your father. And… I never wanted to sever that connection.”
Another sigh. “But he’s also someone very… formidable. In the kindest of words. I wouldn’t wish to ever truly incur his wrath. Slick is outwardly angry, abrasive and sharp- but Droog… waits. Droog simmers and plots and… fuck.” Another moment of rubbing at her face. “This is so bad,” she whines. “I don’t agree with what’s transpired but I don’t want a bloody goddamn WAR over it either!”
She almost falls backwards, though remembers the books preventing such and simply huffs into the palm of her hands, craning her head back before hunching back over and beginning to type out a message.
“You’re my sister, Aradia. I never got to be a prominent part of your life, or shelter you from any storm. But. I want to do what I can, and I always will. I know Death might not fancy me too much for avoiding him, much as it’s not my choice. But I would hope he’d agree with me on this one. You don’t deserve this fate.”
She’s quiet for some time, fingers tapping away at something that needed be worded very… very carefully. And when she’s finally done, she looks back up to her sister with a sigh, and then a light, if forced, smile. “We’ll figure this out. I promise. In the meantime, you’re more than welcome to stay here. I don’t think Lord English will be visiting the manor for at least another millennia.”
“Trace is the one who started a war. Sure, there has been a feud. There has been bloodshed. But no one died. This though... There’s no doubt in my mind that they are already plotting for revenge, and it won’t be pretty. Dad won’t care for any consequences... So.”
You sigh heavily. You aren’t tired exactly, you aren’t sure if you can be anymore. Exhausted doesn’t quite fit the bill either. You don’t want war either. You do want for Trace to bleed, but you keep that to yourself. War though? There’s only going to be pain and suffering on both sides.
Granted, you really only care about your sister in this mansion, but this isn’t important.
“Here’s hoping he’s going to listen to you... But I do think so. Perhaps it will prevent a even bigger disaster.”
You smile at her, and you hope she can see it. It’s not the nice sisterly bonding you had been hoping for, but it’s something. Not everyone can say they can count on their relatives even in death, right?
“Thank you. I suppose... We can only try to make the best out of our time together, unfortunate as the circumstances may be.”
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