It's my name. That's all you need to know about it. [ The click of dice in a wooden cup, the laughter as it landed on sixes, the easy hand on her shoulder and the sword pressed into her own - no, Adalia doesn't have right to know of that.

Instead, she settles herself, taking a deep breath to calm the raging storm that coils up inside of her. The girl is young - is she even twenty yet? - and the connection they share is a father that should never have had one daughter, let alone two. Six doesn't want to hurt her, not with the truth, and so she shakes her head, buries it all down to one side. ]

There was no name. It was just us, and them, and that was all they needed.

[ Not that it mattered. Their mothers were gone and their father was absent from her life, now, far from the rage she had seen in him. Once she might have used her own anger for violence, but a childhood of seeing what that could do to your mind had turned her off it before she had even considered it.

Still, she feels some guilt, some sadness. This girl was desperate for family, and the truth would break her. ]

We are as we are. There doesn't need to be more.