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she'd followed her father here, in the end, because the vast uncertainty of the unknown was more pressing than her hatred for her family, in that moment. had it been her mother come to collect her, perhaps, she would have refused to follow - that anger had been raw and fresh. and despite it all, her alienation and deep-seated hurt, she'd come to grudgingly grow fond of the great roaring sea and the vast strand in the time they'd been here. 

she had the unfortunate luck to be near her mother when Verx called to the both of them, and when he did, she stiffened. she lurched passed her mother, face already set in an angry grimace. tension radiated off her as decided to park herself besides her brother - while he too had once disappointed her, she'd decided his act forgivable - in time to hear the latter half of his tirade. "you're stupid and you're a liar," she spat, "I don't want to leave again! stop fighting and leaving and being stupid—be our parents!" she had a sparse set of examples to compare her own parents to, but she knew enough to know their instability was far from usual. she was tired of being angry all the time. and while her words were childish, so was she - and Isi was tired of her world being upended by her parents.