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WC. 423
Saul's blind reassurance was appreciated, even though she could not relinquish her part of responsibility. She had, in a way, antagonized her elder into delivering the first blow. Her reasons for doing so were entirely justified though- it had been her way of testing the water, of seeing just how far Lillith Stormbringer would go to preserve her honor. The downside to seeking the truth was actually finding it. Her dam lived by a simple yet unbelievably strict hierarchy: the cult of Azathoth and Ahren de le Poer, even in death, found themselves at the top. After their scuffle, Lilin found herself doubting whether she still a place in the madwoman's life anymore. In all honesty, dealing with her matriarch's manipulation was a chore she was unwilling to accept regardless.
A meek smile brushed her features when her relative further encouraged her endeavors, reacting as any good friend would have. Although his response acted as a means of comfort more than anything else, Lilin recognized the truth behind it. Even if she'd wanted to, now was too late to follow in her mother's fanatical footsteps. She would indeed find her own path in life- there was a driving force behind this newfound ambition: her life would in the end be far greater than what she'd been destined for.
There was a subtle change in her kin's demeanor; she felt it as soon as the revelation pertaining to Hilsburn's founder passed her lips. His body had tensed slightly and the delay in response was enough to confirm what she had feared. He too, did not know how to react or how to fix things. No amount of begging would ever bring Barrett back, not until his sorrow became bearable. Until then, they could only hope that the time would come sooner rather than later. Her receivers adopted a horizontal position when her cousin took the opportunity to question their future, something she hadn't quite gotten around to doing until now. ''I-'' she began, pausing almost immediately. It felt as though no matter how hard she tried to at least come up with a vague idea of what they should do, nothing was adequate enough to be vocalized. ''I don't know. We need to tell the others and think this through.'' A gentle squeeze of his hand was given then, knowing his greatest concern would once again revolve around his child's safety. The gesture was meant as a silent apology for not being able to provide him with a longterm shelter as intended initially.