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"I am nots a walkings bag of bones." Freya repeated sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Maybe yeh thinks I am thinner than I used teh be, but I am fines. I don't needs foods. Did yeh even knows that? We don't needs teh eats teh lives, Hel."

She eyed the tub of stew - she could smell it from here, and it was tearing away at her. She wanted to knock the entire thing down with her foot - if it was close enough, she would have. "Is that alls yeh cames here teh tells me? Hah? That yeh thinks I needs teh eats? What about yehr new changes, hah? Yeh didn't comes teh tells me what happens there, hmm."

She was grasping at straws.

Hel's verbal beating was taking it's toll on Freya, and she didn't know how to make the ghoul stop. There wasn't any answer that would appeased the crazed and determined sister, and there was no way she was going to leave without getting her way.

But eating.. was not an option.

"Compromise with me." The ghoul pleaded gently. "Isn't there anythings I can does teh makes yeh stops this? Somethings I can gives yeh? Maybe somethings yeh needs done?" She was desperate, and willing to do anything to make her sister give up on her.

It was a sad realization. It made her wince to think of it. But she wanted her sister to give up on her. She'd already given up on herself.

That wasn't the answer she'd been hoping for.

When Hel leaned in closer, Freya instinctively leaned back. She couldn't look her sister in the eye, and she couldn't think of any way to quell the beast. She couldn't think very well at all, lately. Her mind had become fuzzy, and it was always hard to really concentrate.

"I don't knows." The moment of truth came at a price, and Freya's expression turned haunting, and distant. "I don't knows what happens, okays, I don't knows. I looks in the mirrors, Hel, and all I sees is fat. It hangs off my body, it clumps and jiggles, it makes me wants teh throws up-" Her hand lifted and pressed over her mouth, as her skin turned white, almost greenish. She was clearly about to throw up just thinking about it.

"I can't eats. I can't. I can't even thinks about it for too long. Please, please takes that things out of my room. Please."

Fat. Fat. Fat. Every time Hel said the word, it was the only thing Freya could really hear. It almost felt like Hel was just calling her fat, over and over. Her mind was playing tricks on her, as usual.

"I knows." She responded to what she heard - the selective hearing of her sister calling her fat, over and over. "I tries.. I'm still tryings. I haven't gone teh fitness for a while. Maybe I'll heads back there again soon."

Her eyes, forced to look at Hels, were disoriented, and glazed. They were too big for her face, and she looked like she was looking straight through Hel.

Suddenly they focused, and she glared at her sister in determination. "Yeh goes now. I wants teh be alone." Fat chance. Haha. Fat.

And quite suddenly, Freya held her hand out, her features smoothing in calm.

"Okays. Gives me a bowl. I will eats it, and then yeh'll leave. With the stew. Ja?"

"THAT IS NOT PARTS OF TEH DEALS!" Freya roared, suddenly lurching up forward. She looked enraged, her pale skin flushing with anger, and she loomed dangerously towards the stew, intent on destroying the entire thing. "I AGREES TEH EATS THIS BOWL. YEH AGREES TEH GETS OUT OF MY ROOMS. AND IF YEH THINKS YEHR GOINGS TEH TRIES TEH FORCE ME TEH BE FATS, I WILL LEAVE. FOREVER!"

She took a step forward, heading for the stew, but her sister stood in the way. She took a step left, then a step right, trying to get around her, but it was an inevitability that things would not be so easy. She screamed in frustration, and started causing destruction in whatever her hands could manage. At the moment, the couch was the first to go.

"YEH CAN'T MAKES ME DOES THIS. I WON'T DOES THIS! YEH CAN'T, JUST LEAVES ME ALONE!"

The fist had nothing to stop it, and it sunk into Freya's cheek, snapping her head to the side with the force of it's hit. She twisted her head back around to glare at her sister, fiery rage now boiling in her eyes. "Yeh can hits me and screams at me all yeh want, little scareling. But yehr not gettings what yeh wants, this time. See if all yehr hot air does any good. Go ahead, lets it out." Her voice was a low, thin growl. "And when yehve tired yehrself out of tryings teh beats yehr opinions into me, I'll picks yeh up and throws yeh out of my room myself."

Her chest heaved in sharp, ragged breaths. "But one things wills not change, in the end. I. Wills. Not. Eats."

Her hands, previously wrapped around her sister in her struggle to push her off, now wrapped around her own stomach defensively. It covered the scar that had never quite faded, constricting tightly around her stomach as she retreated inward.

Hel's words cut her sharper than a knife. Every reasoning she'd ever used to justify herself and her over-protective nature for her sister was being thrown under the bus. Everything Hel was saying buried deep into Freya, tearing open insecurities that she'd long buried away.

And the worst part about it all was that she was right. About everything.

Freya's delicate hold on her past twanged as the thin string broke, leaving her with nothing left to hold on to. This was, perhaps, the worst thing for her right now. It was the final straw.

Now she had nothing. Not even Hel. Not even the self-indulged, self-imposed scenario she'd convinced herself of, concerning her relationship with her sister.

Freya picked up a pair of keys from the couch, pushed her sister away from her, and glared coldly at the ghoul.

"Fine, Hel." Her voice was hollow, but more importantly, it was distant. As if she was talking to a stranger. "Then I won't kicks yeh out. Stays as long as yeh wants." She grabbed her jacket off the corner of a chair. "But I'm leavings. And if yeh keeps comings after me, then maybe yehr right. Maybe Amityville wasn't the right direction for me."

She slung her jacket around her shoulder, and her expression darkened with an unfathomable emotion. "I'm leavings. Goodbye, Hel."

The door, when reached for, came off and almost slammed her in the forehead. She caught it with her other hand, pushed it out of the way, and let it drop on the floor. She wouldn't need it anymore, anyway.