Whitefish River You're a catalyst to your happiness you know

Right from the get-go, Syrma was quick into a frown. A lot of new, strange information came at them and at a time when she really wasn't expecting it to be so heavy. Like her sister, their father was really of no concern to her, whoever he might be. Fleetingly, she had wondered what he might be like before.. but that was all the traction the notion ever got. It had never felt like she needed to know, really.

Listening on only made her ears flatten. All this talk of mistakes, feeling terrible, resulting anger--but an affirmation that they were not mistakes that only made her wonder suddenly, and Syrma didn't know what to say for a long, ugly moment as it began to set in just how big of a mess this actually was if it was really that bad. Not pleased about the doom this seemed to drop on their head, even if the concern had always been there without them knowing, her eyes shot to her brother when he spoke, then to Spica for her piece of contribution. All good questions that she was suddenly eager to hear more about.

If they weren't the mistakes, why did these strangers want to kill them?