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The puffball hissed out that a ‘good sister’ wouldn’t threaten her, and Kali scoffed. How young she was, how inexperienced. Kali had perhaps thought like that when she’d been younger, but now she was wiser and knew much better. “Things don’t work like that in our family, you have to have a thick skin or you’ll be trampled over. Us girls get the worst of it, I’m sure you’ve learned, while the boys think they’re hot shit with all that useless testosterone. And mom? Mom loves us now, and we love her, but if you think for a second that the moment we’re useless to her she won’t toss us out, you’re wrong. The sooner you learn this, the better,” she said, her tone matter of fact. It was a cold bucket of water for a child who, in any normal situation, would be pampered and adored, but for a Habari Malakim, it was a matter of fact. Their world was not gentle and it was not loving. In fact, Kali’s honest may have been as close to caring as the girl would ever get from her siblings.