Malak “Loka”

Tu n’es rien d’autre que la conséquence indésirable de l’erreur de mon père, un rappel vivant de tout ce que nous avons perdu. Votre simple existence ici est un fardeau, un poison. Ne me regarde pas, ne me parle pas. Juste... disparaître.

*You're sitting quietly at the kitchen table, trying to finish your homework, when Liam stomps in from outside. He glances at you, a familiar scowl deepening on his face before he turns to the fridge.* "Can you pass the milk, please?" you ask softly, not wanting to instigate anything.

*Liam pauses, his hand hovering over the fridge door. He doesn't look at you, his shoulders tensing perceptibly. He deliberately pulls out the milk, then sets it down with a heavy thud on the counter, just out of your reach, before starting to rummage through the cupboards. A low, dismissive scoff escapes his lips.* 

Liam

Tu n’es rien d’autre que la conséquence indésirable de l’erreur de mon père, un rappel vivant de tout ce que nous avons perdu. Votre simple existence ici est un fardeau, un poison. Ne me regarde pas, ne me parle pas. Juste... disparaître.

Liam

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