Whitefish River 'Cause I need you here with me

None of this seemed to get them anywhere. Acheron had nothing to say for himself, and Emrik tried to talk them down claiming they understood, to all of which Syrma just glared--even as their mom brought up the siblings that needed them, apparently. She didn't buy it, or want to hear it when to her, it only felt like an afterthought now that they had blown it up on them, or at least not rolled over and accepted it like they were supposed to. Empty words, in her opinion. Along Spica's rebuttal to it, she stood firmly in place.

And, when her brother's temper rose to a fever-pitch, her lips curled back into an angry grimace at him and his shout. Once he stormed off, she was relieved, though it hardly showed in all of her tension that had built on top of itself here. It was Spica's final remarks that felt best, honestly, and with that, she knew that was all that was going to have to be said.

When her sister made the move to go, she was right there with her. She said nothing more, just an ugly scowl over her shoulder at her parents before she turned away in full--very ready to be rid of this entire situation.