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The truth was she only wanted an appology, an acknowledgement that he'd spent time and energy away from trying to get his children back and to acknowledge how much that had hurt his daughters, though she'd never admit that, no she'd built too many walls of bitterness and spite to realize that deep down she was still just desperate to feel loved.

The silence that spread between them was like a twisting knife in her gut. She could feel her anger slipping and Recluse growled, determined to not let her father see anything but the pure hatred she felt. He spoke and she could feel the corner of her eyes begin to tingle, how blind could he be? "You could fix it!" She screamed at him, feeling her frustration and pain and anger pouring out of her, flowing past her lips into a manic yell, her usually silken tones lifted in a high pitched yowl, her voice breaking and cracking. "You could fix it if you'd just fucking appologize!"

Recluse had to leave then, knew she would break down right then and there if she didn't run away. The girl spun on her toes, racing off towards the mainland, desperate to put as much distance between herself and her father as she could, determined to not let him see the tears that were now starting to creep from her eyes. Lilith, coiled tightly around the girl's throat, not in a threat but in an attempt to comfort.

-Exit Recluse-


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