that thieving bastard

"My father has always been a beacon for many lost souls." Vanta acknowledged with a soft, reminiscent smile. "And I'm glad to hear that Art and Briar have been so good to you. They're remarkable wolves, both of them." The Hallows had always been open to her family, and without their support Vanta did not know how any of them would have survived their mother's death.

Replaying the words in her might, it was Vanta's turn to be confused. With a tilt of her head, she asked a cautious question. "He.. gave you, to Artorias?" The pieces began to fall into place. Someone had broken Lia, but who? She insisted Sirius was her savior, but then.. he gave her away? Something was still missing. A truth that Vanta could not quite grasp.

Her smile faded as she considered this piece of information, her brows furrowing over her crystalline eyes. Lia's question nearly passed her by entirely. It lingered in the air, a whisper of curiosity and a hint of something deeper. "Know what?" She asked, distracted. "Oh. Well, perhaps because I see a bit of myself in you. We're all looking for our place, aren't we? Trying to find what feels right. What feels like home."

She fixed Lia with a careful, curious stare. "Is there a reason the Hallows did not feel home enough for you?" She ventured.

"Vanta"