Fair.

Yami sat across from Claire in his cell, eating a Benapple.

“Well, for one thing, he’s my husband. He’s one of the few people in the world who never abandoned me, not like your family did when you came along.”

“So you’re blaming me for something?”

Yami took another bite out of her apple, “Not at all, it was my fault for depending on people like your parents, on Aella’s family too. Polot’s type is never changing, I like that. Besides,” Yami stood up and threw away the core of her apple. Walking over to Claire she said “Up until not long after you were born, it was Polot’s company who funded your fathers work.”

“That’s a lie!”

“Really? You don’t think the owner of a huge company who has a bracelet himself wouldn’t fund white event research? That wasn’t all there was to it either, we helped make inventions for Zee Industries too, the helicopter that took you away for example, the energy weapons used by the elite guards outside? All Irfan et al innovations Claire.”

Claire looked down at the floor, there was still so much he didn’t know.

“Claire…” Yami leant over Claire close, “You need to get on with preparing the key spell now, you’re taking to long. You know what that means.”

There was a sharp slapping noise and crying coming from the monitor wall beside Claire, he couldn’t bear to look.

Tears running down his eyes Claire pleaded, “please… stop. I’ll do it.”

Claire opened the book and started reading, if it was any other book his tears would be smudging the ink.

“thatta’ boy.” Yami went back to her seat and slouched, keeping a constant eye on Claire.