When you lose something you can’t replace

Mismatched eyes fell on her brother at his question, scrunching her muzzle and pulling a face as if to say Duh,. Her head cocking as she really considered how to put it into words. "You never had any grand expectations for me." Her nose twitched as she tried to take a steadying breath. "Art and Rudy were always so…" She pulled another face, "y’know…. so…" If she had arms she would have been broadly gesturing, "Full of ‘emselves? They’d never get it, how much I don’t wanna go back. How much I just… can’t." She tried to take a steadying breath, but it just put her hackles on edge. She was so angry about it all. "They locked her in the dungeon, Grim, in a fucking cage." She blew out a rapid breath in attempt to fight back the tears that she thought she had long since cried out. She suddenly became very interested in something up in the sky.

Once she thought she had her feelings beat back down into the battered box she tried to keep them in, she forced a smile that was just a little too bright. "You don’t expect me to be more than I am." She finally answered, tipping her head in the direction she thought the Armada was with a lifted brow in question.

"speech".