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[asmywitness]

[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]

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[wonderland_vogue]

[That doesn't really make her feel better! She's visibly huffing and burying her face for a moment, mostly due to how stupid she feels about the whole thing.

Right. She can. Probably sort of explain. Even thought she's not looking up yet.]

I might have mentioned, even how off-handed, that the whole... targeting people and making some questionable business decisions that result in the exchange of currency afterward was not my first time doing so. Things are a little... different when it's for your and your brothers' survival and you're really barely an adult, if that. And they know that. I never was a very physically dependent type. [She's not sure if any of that makes sense, but it's in her nature to dance around the damn bush like this. Even as she shifts to rest her cheek on a knee to finally watch him properly again.]

[asmywitness]

[Tyler is very good at reading between the lines. And he definitely gets, rather all of a sudden, that Lydia's past is a lot more complicated than just "high fantasy, lost my brother and became a lich".]

Right. Yeah, I've definitely heard that tale before, in so many words. That must have been hard.

[wonderland_vogue]

[A lot more complicated than that, she's just, usually, really good at hiding the majority of it. Easier to be simple than to be complicated, isn't it?

Though she seems to relax, somewhat, at his reply.]

In mild terms, yes. Pretty much, well, everything had been difficult until we'd picked up on illusion magic. Relying on someone who absolutely was not remotely prepared to handle themself much less three damned children also certainly didn't help. [And were, probably, primarily unwanted but she's not going to get into that as it's not even a detail she's sure about, herself.]

Unfortunately, it wasn't a terribly uncommon occurrence, being shoved out into the world via whatever means to try and survive in whatever way you could. Whether it be the result of a war or just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[asmywitness]

[Tyler is finding himself very thankful that all he had to do was be a third parent, and not out on the damn streets.]

Geeze. That's one hell of a start in life.

[wonderland_vogue]

[She slowly shrugs, attention shifting towards just some point on the wall in front of her. Easier this way.]

I suppose she tried her best with what she had, given she had to do it by herself. And it was hardly her fault when sickness came to claim her. [She's actually glad this is through sign and not voice, otherwise the bitterness in tone would be clear as day.]

But... yeah, I'm sure you can... guess about why that particular bit might have caused that reaction. [No reason to be straightforward about it, no reason to make things harder than they have to be. That was centuries ago and none of them would have been alive still, anyway, as far as she's aware. And even then she's here now, so it's a moot point...]