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She was anxious to see if her little demons would grow up to become as vicious and lethal as herself. She partly hoped not, for she knew she was considered a repulsive creature to most because of the way she held herself. Change was possible, but it would be too difficult to figure out where to start and what to do. So many encounters had insisted to put her into a place she did not want to be, and so, slowly, her cold and disgustingly arrogant mask had been formed, revised and perfected. But was that really who she was? Was it what she wished her young ones to become?
Although her sibling’s English was nothing short of excellent, there were occasions where he used words taken from his native tongue. This was one of few the Triarii could recognize. When Itachi had been young, all responsibility and care had been pushed over to Kaena, though this time it was different. Kaena was older and Halo was more prepared to handle the responsibilities that arrived with parenthood. Perhaps she was extraordinarily blessed this time around, for it seemed so much easier now.
A soft, short nod was given at his words, though the scarlet of her eyes remained attached to the sight of her young ones as she spoke. ”Sometimes I leave them on their own,” for after all, she was mostly close by, in the backyard of the mansion. ”and at other times I’ve had Symera watch over them.” The young woman that was not her child, though she had managed to gain that previous status within the Lykoi’s cold heart. Symera was a dutiful and clever big sister, and had been of great assistance.
Black pupils rose and moved to settle on reds similar to hers, almost smiling. ”I could always need another willing babysitter though, if you’re looking for work.” The corners of her lips rose, for the woman found a particular mental image slightly out of character for someone like him.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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