"I am your father."
Arwen blinked repeatedly as she stood unresponsive, unsure of how to respond to the banshee that made such a ludicrous claim.
A part of her seemed to react, though it was too tame to be taken seriously, causing her to ignore it.
Perhaps, once upon a time, hearing that phrase would have sparked a fire within her, a desire that had remained dormant for several years but now… now, with Arwen's spirit drowned entirely by Riona's desires, nothing but the goal mattered any longer.
"Arwen, did you hear me?" The banshee questioned, worried that something was wrong.
She'd expected a response, either anger, sadness, or both, but not apathy.
"Arwen, please say something."
"What do you want to hear?" Arwen calmly asked, breaking her silence and catching the banshee off guard.
"... Anything. Aren't you angry?... Happy?... Sad?... I know I abandoned you, and you must hate me for it, but…"
