[ South falls unusually silent. She doesn't look at him, her eyes on the ceiling as she considers her words, for once. ]

I... fuck.

[ Does she hate him? It feels like she hates him, sometimes. He drives her nuts. She wants to be free of him, of his shadow, of being just 'North's sister'. But he's still her brother, despite it all.

Things would be simpler if he hated her. He should hate her. ]

How are things gonna ever get better when you won't even face what happened? You can't pretend it never happened. I can't fucking deal with... with...

[ She covers her face with the pillow again and muffles a frustrated noise. ]