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There was a certain type of numbness that the young dragoness had expected to feel upon reuniting with her sister, the individual that forced her to leave her home behind—but the opposite started to bubble to the surface. Kaori did not feel numb, nor was she happy or excited to see her elder sister again. No, in fact, she was furious. Several times had she been forced to swallow it down, to bite her tongue and continue staring as if there wasn’t a fire raging within her, only for it all to come rushing out the second Airi opened her mouth.

“Hontōni kinisuru...?” she asked, her tone harsh and not the least bit befitting of the girl. “Anata wa watashitachi zenbu o satta! Īe sayōnara, anata ga mada ikite iru to iu chōkō wanai, nanimonai!” For as angry as she was, she was also hurting. This hurt, however, was not something that she could properly translate through either her words or her gestures. It was a feeling that she didn’t quite know how to handle, just the same as her anger was, for the lessons of her childhood had never covered such things. Kaori was not a vessel, she had not been born one and would not be made into one, and so she had never undergone the lessons to perfect self-control—she was not her mother, she could not filter everything out and approach things from a logical standpoint.

Trembling, she took a daring step forward, only for her eyes to betray her as they revealed the truth behind her advance: to find answers, not to bring harm. “Watashi wa anata o mitsukeru tame ni ie o denakereba naranakatta,” revealed the lamb, her voice considerably softer but, still, lacking forgiveness. “Shiori wa watashinohaha to issho ni tomatta ga, watashi wa—” There her voice fell, her throat dry and scratchy whilst her tongue felt swollen, the ability to speak no longer something within her possession. Again, she stared at her sister—the eldest, the vessel, the prodigy, the favourite—defeated and tired, her energy drained from the sudden outburst of negative emotions.