Because everyone, even Iracebeth, deserves a little love :)
"He tried to kill me," Iracebeth whispered, looking straight at her baby sister. The world around the two of them disappeared as Mirana looked at the woman in chains, wondering how they had gotten here. The both of them, with their characteristic brown eyes, stared each other down. Racy was rather upset, but she was getting angry. Mirana pitied her sister, already regretting her decision.
Mirana, even if just for a second, saw the girl that helped her get a tart from the jar before dinner; who covered for her when she dropped her porcelain doll; who hugged her during storms to calm her nerves; who was afraid of the future.
She saw the girl who loved her. She saw the girl that she herself loved.
Iracebeth, now, remembered just what she'd loved about her baby sister. Her eyes, her fluffy white hair, her skin color, her lips, her hugs, her smile, her laugh…all of that and more.
She remembered just how much she loved the younger woman. She remembered how much the girl loved her.
And, in that moment, both women looked into each others eyes, hid the feelings they'd just experienced, and remembered the grudge they had. Mirana glared at her older sister as Iracebeth screamed at her.
Neither one of them could even begin to forgive the other for their faults.
And neither of them would admit to their faults. Each day after that passed them by, cold and empty and grey. Not a bit of color, not a bit of happiness.
And not a bit of forgiveness.