She's got the devil's eyes
Even when one’s past and present are not so tangled as Briella’s, what she seeks can be difficult to find. And even more difficult to define. Many might say blood, but Heartfire knows that answer is a false truth. There are many familial bonds that might start in the tie of blood, but that is not what truly holds them together. And it is not what decides those fates.
Not for Heartfire, at least.
It’s not often she is asked to be so introspectively contemplative. Even less is it something she especially cares to do. She has done too many questionable things in her lifetime to truly wish to consider herself in any kind of gentle light for she knows it will not shine kindly on her. Truthfully, there is still too much she has yet to do to begin questioning herself like that either.
Were she a better woman, she might still do it, to show Briella the truth of herself. But she is not a better woman. She can only hope Briella would understand that, despite her many shortcomings, she truly does have a family here. That she always would.
“I don’t think it is other’s experiences they truly care about,” Heartfire finally replies after a thoughtful silence. Certainly, Heartfire’s own experience is probably not an ideal one. “I think it is your own understanding.” A faint flicker of what nearly borders on sadness crosses her features, one gone so quickly it is almost a question of whether it was even there to begin with. “There’s no such thing as a perfect family anyway. In the end, it’s what’s in your heart that will give you your answer. And when you know that, time and distance are meaningless.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon