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Tayui snapped her head up at Aurèle’s words, disbelief colouring her features. How could she say something like that? Certainly, she would mourn her daughter and she would continue to live, but it was not that simple. It was never that simple. She would have to tell Attila and Claudius that their sister was dead. How could she tell Attila that his sister was dead only months after he had returned home? Would he leave again, even after he had promised her he wouldn’t? The last time Tayui had lost someone, that was exactly what had happened. Her family had splintered and she was left to be the strong one. She had been the one who had to carry on and continue to live. Well, she was tired of it. It was getting so hard to just live now. Jaded Shadows was gone, Shadowed Sun had crumbled, Pilot had disappeared and now Noir was dead. And her sister couldn’t even bring herself to pretend that she cared. Tayui didn’t know what Aurèle had seen and done, but she didn’t care right now.
“You know,” she began, digging her claws in to the toy, “you could at least pretend to care.” She raised her eyes to look at her sister’s vibrant green ones. “She’s dead,” she repeated. “And it’s like you are too; dead inside.” She loosened her grip on the toy, fiddling with one of the loose strings. Her eyes became unfocused as she stared at her sister, trying to figure out what she had just said and why she had done it. Her shoulders ached, but it felt right to let her sister know that. That she wasn’t just some airheaded fool that could take her own daughter’s death so lightly. Not now and not ever. Unlile Aurèle, there was a heart beating beneath her breast.