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[Nyet]

n y e t . Nyet doesn’t flinch at Fiorina’s bluntness. It’s always something that she’s appreciated, all things considered. She certainly didn’t want to go from having a childhood deficient of any parenting whatsoever to one where she was coddled.  She knew that their kind weren’t meant to be coddled. It’s not to say affection isn’t appreciated – that was something that had bonded Nyet to this family right away. That’s why she allowed herself to smile and lean into her mother’s touch.  But she appreciated the directness just as much.  This was a family with no secrets, and that was something she appreciated. “With father once the switch flipped there was no turning it back. There was nothing of him left,” she said, remembering those empty black eyes.  She wondered, sometimes, if he remembered anything from when he lost control.  She had been powerless to stop her father then, for he would have batted her away like nothing more than a pest or some other nuisance in the path of a meal.  That had been her last memory of him – disappearing into the darkness leaving only the eerie clicks of their kind lingering in his wake. She looks back up to her mother, letting a small sigh escape her as she does. “It’s nowhere near like that for me, thankfully. I’m just…very aware of them. Of what would happen if I did lose control.”  Consequences. An important lesson indeed. Her knife-tipped tail twitches. Fiorina’s confidence is contagious, and the encouragement is enough to put some of her fears at ease. For now. ”Do you think the others are here too?” she asks, of the rest of their family, trying to ignore the hot pang of guilt for having taken Fiorina away from them for so long. i’ve been preoccupied with these sick, six senses.

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@[Fiorina]