indifference

It seemed his sister didn’t have a chance against Theta, Noir felt a little better about being beaten by his half sister. She was always being a pain, and he hated how much favoritism she garnered. Theta didn’t know exactly who it was she fought, but it sounded like Poem. He wouldn’t describe any of his other sisters like that.

”Good, she deserves it.” He didn’t know if he should feel good that Theta had beat Poem, or jealous that he hadn’t been able to. He’d actually been trying to avoid her since the whole fiasco. ”Ugh, I hate her sometimes.” Noir splashed the water again angrily, finding he enjoyed the brief sense of relief.