I do not leave him waiting long but I cannot resist the urge to make him wait just enough. After all, there is something fun about his anger though I must admit I am surprised he does not give in to it so easily. Perhaps waiting simply wasn't one of his vices - in any case, I smirk at his comments as I emerge from the underbrush of Glorall and begin pacing towards him. I meet him levelly though I do not sink into the same lazy air as himself. I suppose he has quite the ability to act so careless - I hear the patrols, after all. Iromar is more or less the most watched territory in Moladion. Even now, a curious eye roams behind him to see whether my sister Eve or another has followed him.

"Death is the only thing to do so," I flatly respond to his musing for it is already a question I have pondered long; I have done everything in my power, after all, to remove Lihi from myself and yet she still exists like a thorn. "Death or the absence of - or so they say. Though, they claim to be alive and rejected is a pain even greater than that." My lip turns up in a sneer - perhaps we are on the same page here. Keep them apart. Keep them far from one another - neither is right for the other. The fates are often wrong, after all. With Lihi and I, the rejection is mutual. The pain only comes from one another's existence rather than any connection. But soon...soon I imagine I will be free from her. But Underidge and Kamala? The fate's truly were wrong.

"Did you enjoy your time with your father?" I ask with a raised brow, distracting myself from the momentary anger about my own daughter and Thorn, "Surely you did not simply come here today to discuss him though." That would be unlike him.