The crimson poet sighed lightly. He hated lying to his daughter, but he had to rotect her to the best of his ability. There was no way he was going to let his new family be rent asunder… “Don’t worry about me, Zenith. As long as I’m around, nothing will harm you.” How much longer could he keep this pretense up?
“……” Trouble was the girl knew he was lying, that he was hiding something, it scared her, terrified her. What out there was so dangerous that her parents would openly lie to her just to ‘keep her safe’. “I always worry.” she stated. “How can I not worry when my entire life is being built around secrets?” she demanded as she finally walked off. Maybe it was finally time to plan her escape from Banora. Tonight sounded like a good night.