Currently, Abaddon and Lillian were seated at the table with Sif.
Something that they had prided themselves on as parents was that even though their kids could be rowdy, they had never stressed them out or made them feel like they had to pick up a belt.
But after four minutes of talking to Sif and trying to dissuade her from going to Asgard, they were more stressed than they had ever been with any of their children, and seriously considering picking up a belt.
Even now, the two of them were moments away from tearing their precious hair out as they tried to get their point across one final time.
"Sif..." Abaddon began as patiently as possible. "We cannot in good conscience allow you to return home given Lillian's premonition and the present circumstances that no doubt await you."
Abaddon was proud of himself, as her felt like he had sufficiently controlled his impulses and did not say anything that was mean or unnecessary.
