Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Kombat either. It's only mentioned, but still.

With a sudden jerk, Marzanna wakes up in an extremely soft bed, something that hasn't happened since Agnus caught her. For a moment she just lays there, trying to figure out where she could be. When she realizes she doesn't remember the full car ride after escaping Hell, she decides she must've fallen asleep on the way. She rolls onto her back with a look of contemplation on her face. Yesterday, she met her father and his family. She wasn't sure what to think of that to be perfectly honest, on one hand they were family, on the other she didn't know these people at all.

Deciding she wouldn't reach any solid conclusions just laying there, and that her rumbling stomach needed attention she gets up. She's in dire need of a shower since she was still covered in dried blood from the ritual to break the seal, but she doesn't know where it is. After a moment of mental debate, she leaves the room to find someone and ask. Luck was on her side momentarily, as hesitating for a moment, unsure which direction to go, led to her still being in the hallway when the younger guy from yesterday came out of another room down the hall. She's pretty sure the others had called him Nero?

Well, maybe it was his name, maybe it wasn't, but she didn't want to embarrass herself by getting his name wrong, especially since he actually looks like he's related to her, unlike that Kat woman. She settles for calling out a generic, "Hey."

He turns sharply in surprise, and stares at her in shock for a moment before regaining his composure, "You're awake! That's good, though we all expected you to sleep longer with your injuries, and low magic and demonic energy." Then he shakes his head, "Well anyway, what did you need kiddo?"

She shrugs, "I'm sure you already know demonic energy regenerates rather quickly, obviously it's even faster when it's not being used. Magic is similar, so rather than use either, I healed myself with my angelic abilities and let the others regenerate. Anyway, I just wanted to know where a shower was. I'm still caked in dried blood from that foul ritual the bastard Agnus used me for."

Her nose wrinkled at the last part, and he seems rather understanding of her plight if his expression was anything to go by, "Sure, we haven't managed to get you clothes yet though, and unlike Vergil, Sparda, and Eva you're nowhere near anyone else's size, so unfortunately no one can just lend you something either."

She waves the concern away, "That's ok, I've got clothes."

He gives her a confused look, then shrugs his confusion away, "If you say so. The bathrooms that second door on the right. When you're done, just go down the hall, down the stairs to the bottom, and hang a left, the kitchen is the third door on the left. You can grab something to eat there."

She nods politely and gives him a faint smile, grateful but still unsure of these strangers, "Thank you." She hesitates at the door to the bathroom, then decides he'd probably forgive her considering how hectic that day had been, "Sorry, but I didn't catch your name the day we met?"

He grins at her, "It's Nero." Then he rubs the back of his head thoughtfully, before adding, "Eva said you seemed to recognize Vergil despite the fact Dante didn't even know you existed a week ago, and with everything to sort out, it might not come up later, so I may as well just say it now?" He drops his hand and shakes his head before giving her another grin, "Anyway, I'm Vergil's son, so we're cousins. Go take a shower, there will be plenty of time to talk later."

She nods and gives him another smile, still hesitant but a little bolder now. Then goes into the bathroom, firmly shutting and locking the door behind her. She waits a few seconds, carefully listening to him walk away, then applies her limited skill with wandless magic that she'd forced herself to learn to deal with Potter to seal the door. She was pretty sure they could force their way in if they wanted to, but it would give her precious seconds to prepare herself. It was something she'd picked up when she lived with Potter.

He'd never barged into the bathroom, but more than once he'd forced his way into her room to take his frustrations out on her. Sometimes he hadn't cared about actually doing damage and just hit her, but sometimes he would want to see her hurt. That always meant him using magic on her, given her natural durability, which now that she knew about her heritage, she figured was probably because she was a Nephilim. Her dad and his family didn't seem like the type to try to hurt her, but if you asked anyone in the British magical community other than her if James Potter was abusive, they would tell you no. So first impressions didn't mean much as far as she was concerned.

After her shower, she removes her mother's trunk from her Devil Bringer, then pulls a change of clothes out. She'd assumed she'd be out on her ass if she tried to help her mother, so she packed all of her belongings in it beforehand. She figured it was probably safe to say it was her trunk at this point. Though technically if she were being honest, some of that stuff was Potter's, like the dark arts books he wouldn't miss, or even appreciate properly if he did. Those were stored in the library compartment of her trunk.

Now showered and dressed, she heads downstairs for some food. Upon entering the kitchen she found what she assumed was everyone in the house having breakfast. When they all turn to her Dante says, "Ah. Nero told us you were awake. Though I'm kinda curious where you got the clothes. Whatever, we should get you back to your mother soon, she's probably worried."

From their expressions, it seemed they'd already talked about returning her home, though some of them didn't seem happy about it. She hums lightly, "I had my clothes with me." Rather than properly elaborating at their obvious confusion, she only said, "Magic." Then she frowns and rubs at her arm awkwardly, "Though you're probably right, she likely misses me, taking me back might be a problem. I'm… not welcome there anymore."

Dante frowns heavily, "What do you mean, you're not welcome there? It's your home isn't it?"

As they'd been talking a woman with reddish brown hair had ushered her to the table, where she'd been sat in between Dante, who was at one of the corners, and Nero, then the woman got her a plate of food. She'd smiles in thanks and starts eating as Dante was asking his question, so she swallowed her food before answering, "My mom's married to a fucking asshole, and he kicked me out almost three months ago. He's not going to let me go back. Not to mention I'm British. While I doubt you'd have much problems getting me back to the UK, you'd have to take me back, and then convince the douche bag to let me stay there again."

Dante's frown deepens, then he seems to turn thoughtful before apparently remembering something, and begins murmuring, "Evans. Agnus' recording said your last name was Evans." When Marzanna nods her confirmation to her name, he hums before continuing, "Your mom wouldn't happen to be Lily Evans, would she? I remember her, lovely woman, rather feisty too. Didn't know she was a witch."

Marzanna nods again, but strangely Vergil chokes on his drink, most of the others look startled too. Once he noticed their incredulous staring Dante barks a sharp defensive, "What?"

Vergil just tilts his head, still staring before finally explaining, "You don't usually even remember your, ah, " He throws a quick glance at her, "companions name the next day, much less anything about them, but this would've had to have been six, perhaps seven years ago. Just- It's strange for you to remember her and her name."

Dante huffs as though offended, and looks off to the side. Then, shocking the others further, gains a fond smile, before quietly saying, "Yeah well, there was something special about Lily, alright?" Turning back to Marzanna he looks thoughtful for a moment before continuing, "Now that I think about it, didn't Agnus' recordings say you'd been abused?" She tenses at that, not having wanted that broadcasted to everyone, but Dante continues a moment later with a frown, "Lily isn't the type to do something as despicable as hitting a child, so I'm assuming it was her husband, though Lily didn't seem like the type to even put up with that shit either, so maybe I pegged her wrong. I-I'd actually somehow forgotten about that in the panic to destroy the Hell Gate, so I can't really send you back in good conscience anyway."

Marzanna shakes her head firmly, "No. My mom isn't the type to allow something like that to happen, but that's only when she's herself." Now they were confused again, so she sighs and continues, "You already know me and my mother are magicals, but my so-called stepfather, James Potter, is too. He's a rather despicable man who will do practically anything to get what he wants. He isn't even above say, doping the woman he's obsessed with, with love potion for a dozen years so far." Everyone around the table had mixed looks of disgust and anger, mostly disgust for the guys and anger on the woman's faces, though Dante was strongly both, but she continued regardless, "Worse yet, Potter is a 'Pure Blood', the magical version of being a noble. Disgusting prejudiced British wizard law says that since he's of pure blood and my mother isn't, holding her under love potion is perfectly legal, though he hides it anyway."

Nero abruptly cuts in, furiously exclaiming, "That's fucking foul! Just because someone isn't a so-called pure blood it's ok to enslave them?! That's sick!"

It was obvious everyone else agreed with him, but she sighs again and explains, "To the British wizarding world in general, blood status is everything. Pure bloods are people who can trace their lineage back at least five hundred years with no impure blood 'staining' it. Non-magical born, or 'Muggle-Born' as they like to call them, are those who are born to non-magicals, though technically there's no such thing as a true Muggle-Born since the ability to use magic is purely hereditary, which really just means these people are unaware of having a magical ancestor."

She shakes the tangential thought off, "Pure bloods often use the derogatory name 'Mudblood' for them, since in the UK a common bullshit mindset is 'Pure Blood superiority', and that belief says that non-magicals are filthy uncultured animals. Then there are half-bloods, they only have one pure blood parent. They're usually seen with scorn as living proof of a pure line being sullied. You've also got squibs, people who are born to magical families, but have practically no magic to speak of, some don't have any at all, but most have enough for any wards that react to non-magicals to leave them alone, though not enough to cast magic."

She frowns down at her food, "The laws favor pure bloods heavily, since half-bloods have one pure blooded parent they enjoy most of the same legal favoritism, even if the people don't like them. Squibs are considered shameful failures for lacking magic, even though they can't help being born that way. Muggle-borns don't really have many rights, they'll always have problems getting jobs, will never get a high ranking position in any magical business of considerable size, and just generally don't have good lives in the magical world. Or at least, in the British magical world. I've heard it's different in other countries, but I wouldn't know. Really, most wouldn't bat an eye if they knew my mother was under a love potion, honestly pure bloods can get away with practically everything but murdering Muggle-borns."

Dante scowls, "That right there is one of the few things I hate about humans. That they seem to have a need to degrade other people just because they aren't similar."

Nero huffs angrily, "I'm afraid there will probably always be people taking away the rights others have as sentient creatures because they believe themselves superior or better or whatever."

Marzanna sighs then cuts whatever Dante was about to say off by continuing, "It actually manages to get worse."

Before she could continue Nero interrupts again demanding, "How could it possibly get worse?! That's already horrible enough!"

She gazes at him, unhappy with what she was about to say, "Actually Nero, if we were in the British wizarding world, you'd be one of the people to experience first-hand how it gets worse, as you would be labeled by the British Ministry of Magic as a Half-Breed, which basically just means you aren't fully human. See, all those class differences I spoke about earlier only applied to humans. Non-humans are treated even worse in the UK. Its complete fucking prejudiced bullshit, but to them even the supposed 'filthy uncultured animals' they believe non-magicals to be are better that you."

"Though to them since you're at least part human you're better than Vergil, Dante, and the others, who would be labeled creatures. Specifically they'd probably be labeled dark creatures, even Eva. To make matters even worse, even with your partial human blood, you'd have no rights whatsoever. If a pure blood walked up to you and murdered you in the middle of a crowded street, the only thing that would happen to the pure blood once the authorities realized you weren't human would be a questioning. Even then they'd just have to claim they felt threatened by your presence and they'd get away with it without so much as a slap on the wrist. Which is why most with creature blood either hide it, or they hide themselves away from the majority of the magical world."

Understandably, everyone at the table looks horrified at her explanation, then Dante swallows heavily, "Then I suppose we should just be grateful the crazy asshole doping your mother didn't kill you."

She shakes her head lightly, "He wouldn't have risked it. I may be registered under my mother's maiden name in the non-magical world, but Potter made sure I was registered under his last name on the magical side of things. After all, it would be shameful if anyone found out his wife had a child that wasn't his. Claiming the child is theirs isn't uncommon amongst pure bloods whose spouses have kids with someone else. Even if people would've known I wasn't actually his or fully human after my body would've been examined, there would've undoubtedly been people who didn't believe it, and killing what some thought was really his child would've seriously damaged his reputation."

She snorts, "It also doesn't help that my mother was subjected to a spell that allows a woman to get pregnant while she's already carrying a child, so me dying and being found to not be Potter's would've made people question how my half-brother could be his, since the spell also made us be born together as twins. No, Potter wouldn't risk any of that."

Dante hums, "Ah well, while all this is good to know so we know what to expect if any of us have to go to the magical side of Britain, I wasn't going to send you back anyway." He glances at Eva and frowns before adding more to himself than anyone else, "Though I still don't think I'm capable of raising a kid."

Eva sighs in exasperation, then states in a manner that made Marzanna sure she'd said it multiple times already, "I told you. Your father and I just got our family back, even if it's grown considerably in our absence. We won't be leaving anytime soon. We'll be happy to help you raise our granddaughter. I'm sure you'll get some help from the others as well. You don't have to do it alone Dante."

There was a general agreement to her words, to which Dante rolls his eyes and looks back at her, then after a moment says, "Well kid, I suppose you're with me now. If you're ok with that?"

She nods. She may be wary of them, but she'd been lonely since Potter kicked her out, and ever since the first and only time her mother told you about Dante, she had wished for a chance to know her father, and this was it. Dante smiles and nods, "Then I suppose we're going to need to make that guest bedroom you were staying in yours. I'm not complaining about my family being back, but between you, Mom, Dad, and Vergil moving in, I'm gonna need to expand again as that'll only leave us with one guest bedroom. The rooms were originally for clients who needed extended protection, and Demon Hunter friends, so we kinda need more than one."

He was obviously talking more to himself than her or anyone else when he said the last part. Then he shakes his head and asks absently, "I suppose you're going to need clothes and probably other stuff too Marzanna?"

She shakes her head then, "Nope. I've got all my stuff." Vaguely the thought crosses her mind that she was strangely good at confusing the hell out of this group of Angels, Demons, and humans. Especially considering they were in the Demon Hunting business. She shakes the thought off and summons her shrunken trunk from inside her Devil Bringer, "This used to be my mom's. It's enchanted to be much bigger on the inside, shrink at will, and has multiple expanded compartments amongst other things. The reason Potter kicked me out was because I found out about him using love potions on my mom, and then ruined his entire stock of the crap."

She shrugs, "I figured I'd find myself out on my ass when I decided to destroy his stock, but I wasn't about to just sit back and do nothing. So I just packed all my stuff in here. One of the compartments I told you about is a living area. Apparently before Potter began giving her love potions, my mom used it to get away when she was stressed. I was staying in there before I got captured by that bastard Agnus."

Dante was looking at the trunk in curiosity after her explanation, and he wasn't the only one. Shaking his head Dante pulls his gaze from the trunk and looks at her while saying, "Kat designed the guest rooms to be impersonal, so other than getting some stuff to change that about your room I guess you're pretty much set. I suppose since Vergil, Dad, and Mom need clothes, and you all need stuff for your rooms we should probably get going. Much as I hate to say it, we need to go shopping."

Marzanna understood exactly why he hated saying it when a strange gleam appeared in the eyes of Eva, Kat, a blonde woman, a black haired woman, and the woman who fed her. That gleam made her nervous, and it seems she isn't the only one, as Nero, Vergil, and Sparda seemed to be in the same boat. Though Dante looks less nervous and more like he'd resigned himself to death. She briefly thinks about how humorous this was. She'd learned a lot from Agnus about her family and their feats. To think the legendary dark knight Sparda, the legendary devil hunter Dante, the hero of Fortuna Nero, and Vergil who could go toe to toe with Dante, but whose feats up to this point were kinda evil, were all terrified of five petite women.

Correction, terrified of five petite women and shopping. She would've snickered, but she was scared of them too.

It had been almost two months since Marzanna had moved in with her dad, and she was starting to get a bit frustrated. She'd wanted a chance to get to know her dad, but he was so awkward around her that it was proving... difficult. Not that it was entirely his fault, she was awkward when she was with him as well. She was fairly certain they were driving the others up the wall with their awkwardness. She'd been awkward and unsure towards the rest as well, but unlike Dante they refused to be awkward in return, because of this she'd already begun to get close to them. Nero in particular always went out of his way to make her feel welcome and get to know her, and she was rapidly starting to think of him as an older brother because of it. On the plus side, she was now pretty much certain they were actually good people who cared about her and would never hurt her.

Now though, she was about to face what would probably be the most awkward two weeks of her life. Sparda and Eva, who were slowly getting familiar with her and getting her to call them grandpa and grandma, had been planning to go visit some of their old allies along with some of the safe houses they'd made to see who could still be called friend and if some of their more useful stuff was still intact and where they left it. Just a few days before they had to leave though, an influx of jobs had come in, leaving just her, grandpa, grandma, and her dad in the house. Even Kyrie had left, though she was just going with Nero to get any civilians out of the way since the jobs he'd taken were just a string of eliminating swarms of smaller Demons, but most were in sort of public places. They were supposed to be the first back, but Nero's jobs would keep them busy for at least 12 more days.

Now it was time for grandpa and grandma to leave. Eva fiddles with her coat before asking for the twenty-sixth time, "Are you sure you two will be ok by yourselves? Because me and Sparda can put our trip off till some of the others get back."

Though he doesn't seem worried like his wife, she figures grandpa was actually worried too, since he had agreed with her all previous twenty-five times she said this, and he agrees with her now. Dante however just sighs then gives them a reassuring smile, "Mom, stop worrying, we'll be fine. I promise! You and dad need to see the state of your affairs, so don't worry about us. Now I love you, but you need to get going."

Eva gives him a wobbly worried smile, "Alright, Alright. We'll be leaving now, I love you too Dante." Then looking at her Eva said, "I love you as well sweetheart, behave for your father please. Not that you usually cause much trouble, but still."

Marzanna smiles up at her, "Of course grandma. I love you and grandpa too. Be careful."

Eva places a kiss on her forehead then turns and heads for the door. Sparda ruffles her hair and murmurs a quiet, "Love you too kiddo."

Just like that, he and Eva are gone and she's alone with her awkward and nervous dad.

Dante gives a strange huffing sigh then looks at her warily, "So. What should we do?"

Kyrie enters the house with Nero warily, both of them expecting to find an atmosphere of painfully awkward tension. Instead they end up sharing a look of pleasant surprise upon finding Dante and Marzanna in the living room, two boxes of pizza on the coffee table, and the two playing video games. More specifically they seem to be playing Mortal Kombat, and Dante seems to be losing. Badly.

Apparently coming to the conclusion that he wouldn't win fairly, Dante reaches over and starts trying to mess with Marzanna's controller, all the while laughingly shouting, "No! No no no no no! Stop comboing me! You're kicking my ass! This so isn't fair, you're six for crying out loud!"

Marzanna was laughing too, but mockingly replied, "I'm not kicking your ass because I'm using combos. You just suck old man."

Dante yelps in a weird offended manner, "Hey! I'm not old, you brat." A moment later, the iconic 'Finish him!' appears on the screen, and he drops his controller to mess with her in earnest, shouting all the while, "Oh no! Don't you dare fatality me again!"

His attempts were for not though, as a moment later Marzanna's character suddenly starts shrieking, causing Dante's character to compress painfully before exploding. A second later the game announces, "Sindel Wins. Fatality."

Nero starts laughing at him, "Why Dante, I didn't know a six year old could kick your ass."

Dante whirls around, "Shut the fuck up brat. She's stupidly good at this game."

Nero's only response is a sarcastic, "Uh huh. Whatever you say Dante."

Dante glares before throwing the controller at him, "Oh yeah? Well then how about you try, and I'll laugh my ass off when she kicks your ass."

Nero catches the controller and sits down in one smooth motion. As he's picking his character Kyrie shakes her head at her soulmate and husband, before turning to Dante and saying in exasperation, "Really Dante, must you taunt him?" When he just huffs she continues, "Also, I know she's your daughter and you can raise her how you like, but really? Pizza? You couldn't make her something healthy? I know you are surprisingly decent in the kitchen. If not make something, then you could've at least bought something healthy, she's a growing girl. She shouldn't be constantly eating stuff like pizza."

Dante gets an offended expression, "This is the first time since we were left alone that I got her unhealthy food. Besides, I needed to remedy a horrible act of cruelty immediately."

Nero appears to be mostly focused on not getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter, as it would seem Dante was right. Marzanna was good, but he still manages to snort and ask, "Oh yeah? What 'horrible cruelty' is this?"

Dante looks at him and whispers in a horrified manner, "She'd never had pizza."

Nero drops his controller in shock and gapes at Dante, then turns an equally horrified expression to Marzanna and whispers, "You-You've never had pizza? What kinda monster would deprive someone of pizza?!"

Marzanna gazes at him in bemusement before explaining, "In the magical world there are creatures known as house elves. They can't survive without being bonded to someone with magic. So usually in return for bonding with them along with giving them a place to live, house elves serve the person they're bonded to, kinda like live in housekeeping. They get the bond, food, and a place to stay, and the person they're bonded to gets someone who cooks and cleans. They do more than that, but those are their primary jobs. Of course while they're treated with respect in most countries as sentient beings, prejudiced Britain usually treats them as little more than slaves."

She shakes her head, "Anyway, Potter, like pretty much all pure bloods, had house elves bonded to his family. However, while all house elves are amazing cooks, most don't know how to make stuff like pizza, so since I got my meals from them I never had it. Normally house elves wouldn't take care of someone who wasn't either a guest or member of the family they're bonded to, but since Potter forced his last name on me they always took care of me. It certainly didn't hurt that they liked me more than James or Mike since I was actually nice to them and treated them with respect."

The lighthearted mood dampens a bit at the mention of yet another species the British magicals treat poorly. Kyrie shakes her head before saying with forced cheer, "Well, I was going to make lunch if you guys hadn't eaten yet when I got home, but since you have and since Nero's probably just going to get into the pizza I'll just make something for myself. Unless you want me to make you some food Nero?"

She says the last part in a tone that makes it clear she already knows the answer is no and she's just being polite, though she uses the tone not to make him feel bad or anything but actually to let him know she doesn't mind him picking the pizza over her own cooking. Sure enough Nero grins sheepishly at her as he picks his controller back up, "No thanks Kyrie. Thanks anyway, but as amazing as your cooking is, I haven't had pizza in a long time."

She just nods and leaves the living room. While she was making her food she could hear shouts from Nero, and laughing from Dante and Marzanna. He was obviously losing, especially since he kept proclaiming things like 'Rematch!' and 'I'll get you this time brat!'. She also hears quite a few dramatic 'No!'s from him, along with Dante taunting him and Marzanna laughingly teasing him about sucking. She smiles broadly. It was good to hear Marzanna finally getting along with her father. Kyrie's heart was warmed by her family's laughter.

When she came back it was to the sight of Nero finally winning a match. Before he could do one of those 'Fatalities' though Marzanna abruptly exclaims, "Oh no you don't!"

Then her character, Sindel she's confident her name is given how many 'Sindel wins' she's been hearing, does a backflip right onto her head, snapping her own neck and crushing her skull as well, if the digital puddle of blood was any indication. A moment later the game announces, "Scorpion Wins. Hara-Kiri."

Nero yells in surprise and turns to Marzanna, demanding, "What the hell was that! I didn't do that!"

Marzanna laughs, "Hara-Kiri. In Mortal Kombat Deception if your opponent is about to fatality you, you can deny them by performing a suicide move, also known as Hara-Kiri."

Dante snickers at Nero's pout then rubs it in, "Even when she loses she manages to win."

Nero just glares, then flips him off with a sharp, "Oh fuck you Dante!"

A week later when everyone was back, Kyrie finds herself talking to Eva in the kitchen over lunch while Dante and Marzanna were in the living room playing video games again. With the exception of Nero, who was busy making fun of every mistake Dante made in whatever game they were playing now, everyone else is in the kitchen with them eating.

Given that they aren't trying to be secretive and weren't whispering, they can easily hear everything being said in the living room and occasionally toss in their own comments, though for the most part the major of her family seems content to just enjoy a good home cooked meal and the sounds of Marzanna laughing and joking. It made all of them quite happy to see the young girl steadily lose her wary distrust of them and open up into a rather cheerful child. They all knew she hadn't had a good childhood so far, but they were determined to give her as normal and safe a childhood as was possible for a Nephilim and Witch that was descended from Sparda.

When Dante shouts again about something Marzanna was doing, Eva smiles in their vague direction despite the wall blocking her view, "I'm glad they got over their awkwardness. It's nice they're finally getting along. Though I must admit, I thought that I'd come back to a war zone of awkwardness, not... well, this."

Kyrie smiles at her, "They were like this by the time Nero and I got back. I guess they just needed to be left alone to deal with their awkwardness, not have us interfering in an attempt to help."

Eva hums and nods. Then, before she could say anything, Vergil throws his own opinion into the conversation, "I just wish them getting along wasn't so... loud."

Eva smiles gently, but doesn't deign to respond. Vergil may be complaining, but they all knew he wasn't really bothered by it. Not yet anyway. He was just as glad as the rest of them to hear the two laughing and having fun together. Though it was Vergil, so he was bound to get fed up with the volume eventually.

For now though he was just as happy as the rest of them to hear Marzanna shriek with laughter, and Nero laughingly exclaim, "Oi! Tickling your six year old competition is not only cheating, but also completely depressing that you have to, to have a chance at winning!"

Dante huffs loudly and proclaims, "It's not cheating, it's tactics! And she's ridiculously good at games so it's not depressing either!"

Vergil can't seem to help himself at that, yelling at Dante, "Tactics? Since when do you know anything about tactics Dante?!"

Dante doesn't miss a beat, immediately yelling insults back, the twins quickly falling into bickering with each other despite being in different rooms and soon dragging others into the heated, though friendly 'debate', if it can even be called that. Eva and Kyrie share a smile at the ridiculousness. Their family was bigger than Eva had ever expected it to be, and larger than Kyrie thought it would become, but it was happy. Indeed, for now at least, life was good.