Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

Neo was aware of her anger, that burning hate she held for either him or someone else she had encountered, it was not much of a secret. But he did not taunt her anymore, as his smirk was replaced with a sudden frown, and his face fell. Dead father. Dakarai... he was gone? Surely that could not be right. Surely that was a lie, a false statement simply woven to gauge his reaction - what had happened while he had been gone? He was wordless as his sister continued, but her last words were mostly disregarded, having little interest to him. Neo's expression was one of cold seriousness, all traces of his previously amused state absent. Now, now he was not laughing. The spiderling watched Cassiopeia with an icy glare, staring at her to pehaps see if she might be joking - but there was no trace of humour, not in her expression, nor in her eyes.

"He's dead?" He spoke quietly, though his words were as cold as his guise. The boy nibbled at the inside of his cheek, silenced again before shaking his head. "No, you're wrong. You don't have two dead brothers. Perhaps one, but not two." He was here. He was alive. The spiderling gave her an intense look, perhaps trying to calculate her reaction to his own words. Maybe she had figured it out already, perhaps she was denying it, or perhaps the youngster had simply changed so much in the last few months that his dark-coated sister simply did not recognise him anymore. 

Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised.