He does not need his sister to believe him, because he is almost certain that there was not going to be a friendly relationship with her. She was too bitter by now, and saw only what she wanted to see. Solitaire understood it, but he was not interested in babying Viora about it. If eventually she came around, that would be another story altogether. Until then, Solitaire figured he could be done arguing with her. She was set in her ways and he wouldn't be able to change her mind. She didn't care enough to give him the benefit of the doubt, and he just didn't feel the need for her to accept it right now. It might have had something to do with the stories of Viora from Tristan making Solitaire think it was a lost cause to be family to her now, but that wouldn't stop him for being here if she finally decided to care, if she someday needed him around.

She doesn't reply, but someone else arrived. A growling, hackle raised male, but Solitaire did not fear him. Probably Viora's type though, the brutish kind that would be hostile without finding out much of the situation. Solitaire pays the male little mind, not impressed. If he makes Viora feel better, then fine. Whatever worked. She needed those to blame for how her life had turned out, and Solitaire would accept his role if it helped her. She had calmed at the sight of the male, had pressed close to him, even. Solitaire's gaze was one of disinterest now. Funny to hear that Viora would be the one running away this time, as she found such a high thing in not running. Hypocrite. Solitaire finds comfort in the fact that even to her own words she is not infalliable. He isn't surprised at her words, and that was obvious in the fact that his expression does not change.

He does not know those that she speaks of, but he doesn't need to think too much on it. He would say his piece and go, because there would be nothing left for him to say after it. But he does look at Viora, expression blank for now. "Tristan was scared so he left that fight. I was not welcome, so I left here. Things are not to your liking, so you are leaving. The difference is that we were children, and you are not. Remember that when you are judging us, Viora." It was said calmly, almost quietly, and then; "You can blame me for whatever your heart desires if that's what you need, if it makes anything easier for you. But I am your brother and I will always be here for you. Give up on me if you must, but I'm not giving up on you." His smile is bleak for a moment, and then he turned and went to find another area of Glorall to wander.

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