The wave of disappointment radiating from him was suffocating and after a while she started to look anywhere but at him. The tension just building and building in the space of silence before he finally spoke up, ripping a small tear in the wall.

"What has gotten into you today?" Cor asked.

Couldn't he have asked an easier question? How was she even supposed to know how to answer that? It felt somehow unfair and accusing at the same time because both 'nothing' and 'I don't know' felt like valid and accurate answers. The former far more than the latter, but clearly that was not an appropriate answer to him in this situation. Instead, she went for the simpler answer, "I don't know," she huffed, hugging herself frustratedly. How dare he not just know how she was feeling? She just wanted to be left alone, okay??

"Your fathers wish you would use your words sometimes," Cor advised carefully.

What words, though? She didn't really have any, except, "I just wish everyone would leave me alone okay??"

"Why?" Cor asked, genuinely trying to understand.

"I don't know. Just. Everyone is being weird. I don't like it." Cor straightened, hitting his head on the ceiling before hunkering back down. She took after both of them, he realized. Noah in her intuitiveness, but him in her anger and drive to do something about it. How could he tell her not to feel that way when he felt like that as often as he had?