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Already in a bad mood about this, she took that okay to go right away. Acheron did too, going off silently unsurprisingly while Syrma reached to nudge Spica softly. With only that said between them, she began to make her own way off, trusting that her twin would follow along (maybe after a remark of her own, she didn't know, but it didn't matter that much at this point--the damage = done). Syrma had no intentions of talking about it anymore with their mother, at least not until she had a chance to sort this out, sulk about it, and stew with her sister. First things first, at least.

For now, she just wanted away from all of this. The more distance, the better.

They left their mom to her own devices, free to go off and do whatever else she needed to do--probably tending to someone somewhere after dropping a bomb like that on them. There was a lot to digest, suddenly.