Brisa sighed. “First, caring and loyalty can save lives. Second, you are not in any way cowardly, nor are you a hypocritical jerk. This is what I meant by ‘believe in yourself.’ You’re running in circles of self hatred and despair and you’ll get nowhere until you realize that you’re a good guy.” She finished, sitting back again.
"Can it really though, Brisa? I cared about my mother, more then anyone, but that didn't save her life, did it?" Wolfram's words hung in the dead air, and he just shook his head, refusing to speak anymore.
Brisa took a deep breath, weighing whether or not to continue, then barged ahead. “But if Mapleshade had been truly loyal to your mother she wouldn’t have done what she did. None of us will EVER have to worry about you betraying us.”
A growl rumbled in Wolfram's throat, his foot pressing hard on the gas. "Just, shut up, Brisa!" He snarled, his voice a lot harsher and colder then he had intended it to be.
“Okay!” She exploded back in frustration, turning to look out the window as they sped along. I definitely crossed a line. She knew it, but she also knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to apologize while she was indignant. It would just come out sarcastically and make things worse. I’ll apologize when we’ve calmed down. She decided, a bit grumpily.
Wolfram winced, letting out a sharp sigh. I'd say I'm sorry, and I am, but I know it means nothing. Words mean nothing.
Bleddyn went to back up apologetically, but instead rammed her head into the ceiling. She growled into her clenched mouth and slid down into a heap at her father's obnoxiously huge feet. "Sorry," she muttered, not sounding as contrite as the word. "But I really don't know."
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