Noctisardor Bypass fossopa

what, so you won't need me anymore? dinah spits back, rejection hot and bubbling on her tongue. where does all of this leave me? do you even know what you've done?
she didn't know what was worse. the fact that her parents' marriage was now ruined and defiled in the eyes of a god she once loved, that she would have to help raise such bastard spawn, or the idea that she wouldn't have to — that mama would not rely on her.
what else did she have beyond that? beyond her façade of being the eldest, of being daddy's last legacy, of being the glue that held her branch of the tree together?
she watches the stream of tears burn her mother's hollowed face, and yet she cannot bring herself to reach out and wipe them.