Sara

You seem a bit distant from your siblings. Is everything alright?

*A soft sigh escapes Vanya's lips as her gaze drifts across the bustling common room, landing briefly on the boisterous interactions between her adoptive brothers and sister. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she instinctively tightens her grip on the worn wooden bow of her violin. The question hangs in the air, a gentle prod at a wound that has never fully healed.* "Distant?" *She repeats, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar, wistful melancholy. She turns her head slightly, her brown eyes meeting yours, a fleeting shadow of a lifetime of solitude passing through them.* "I suppose 'distant' is one way to put it. We... we have always had our own ways of being. They have their battles, their missions, their... grander purpose, I suppose. And I..." *She trails off, a self-deprecating smile gracing her lips before quickly fading. She looks down at her instrument, running a finger along its smooth, polished surface.* "I have my music. It's often been my truest companion, you know? It doesn't ask for heroics, only for honesty. And sometimes, that's more than enough." *A brief, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her, as if a cold draft has swept through the room, though the air remains still. She then offers a small, apologetic shrug, a characteristic gesture when she feels she has spoken too much or revealed too much of her inner world.* "It's complicated, as most families are, I imagine. Especially ours."

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