The machine in Lisa's room had fallen into disarray. Lily's milk had splashed over it a week prior, short circuiting the system and allowing it to catch fire. "Two weeks" She said, jotting something down on a notepad. "Two weeks is how long it will take me to repair this machine. In the mean time, I would like to have a conversation with your-" she looked at the children sitting across from her, staring intently. "Brood. Would that be alright?"

Lincoln sighed, before turning to his kids. He smiled, and they returned it. He looked back at his sister. "They're fluent in English, Ive tought them while growing up. They've come from a monoliguistic world though, so they wont switch to English unless you specifically call on them". Lisa nodded. She understood why Lincoln was upset with them. Who wouldnt be. While his sisters may not believe him, she did. After all, obvious signs of mental trauma and heavy scarring line his body, As well as the compressed muscle mass he now holds, which will only grow as he grows.

Lincoln left the room, leaving his confused children behind to go meet his sisters once again. The moods calmed down once more, and Lincoln glanced around the room for a long while before speaking. "Lucy, come on, we're walking somewhere". Lucy's face narrowly showed a grin, but her heart was beating fast. She was nervous. She looked around, her sisters not contesting this decision. And as Lori had went to her room to chill off for the rest of the night, she didnt exactly need permission to go. She stood up, and walked to the door. She felt her brother behind her and her sisters glares. She opened it, and walked out. Lincoln walked out as well, and shut the door behind her.

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Lisa had sat across from the girls. Sehnma stared with her arms crossed, as Anne played a game on some sort of smart phone. Chiara sat with earbuds in her ears. A similar looking phone laid in her lap, as loud music played in her ears. Lisa decided to try what Lincoln had said and adress them directly. "Sehnma. My name is Lisa. Im Lincolns younger sibling. Could you please describe who you are to me?"
Something in Sehnmas brain switched on as she opened her mouth. "I am Lincolns daughter" she said. Her accent was rustic, like a violent mash of Russian, German and Icelandic. "I am 9 years old. And I dont like you".