Redhawk Caldera Julio! Get the stretch!

Attempting to leave, but Somnia can obviously stop her! Feel free to grab Dove and shove her around if you want, she's a butt.

Oh, shut up, will you? Dove snapped. Her voice was dull, like a worn out blade, but she was still eager to cut Somnia down at least a peg or two. She just wouldn't stop ranting at her! By this point Dove believed it was her only means of communication — and she'd had enough.

My family is what matters. Neither you, Peregrine, Elwood — any of you — have made me feel that connection. You are not my blood and so yeah, you're useless to me.

What was she supposed to do? Concede to this stranger? It wasn't in Dove's nature to let others walk all over her, nor was it in her nature to respect anyone that didn't deserve it. Fox did, simply for being Fox. And the rest of this sorry lot had done nothing for her except question her merit, her value, and her integrity. Her loyalty to her sister. It was complete bullshit.

You want me to apologize? I can't do that. I have nothing to apologize for. She stabbed again with her words, regaining a bit of her sharp-tongued aesthetic; but as she said this, Dove took a bold step away from Somnia's presence. Leave me alone. Or I'll tell Fox just how much of a bitch you are constantly being towards me. Bet she'll like that. Another couple of steps followed this, and as the threat passed her lips, Dove shot a very serious expression towards the gray girl.

Who do you think she'll believe? She wanted to add, but didn't - letting the look on her face speak volumes instead.