There was something different about her this time around. Her eyes, were different, they looked sharper now, more focused compared to the last time that I had seen her. They looked hollow, didn't hold any recognition in them, it felt as she couldn't see me and the only thing she cared about was ending my life and listening to my father's instructions.
There was still that empty gaze but it was different now, lighter and more mischievous. She may not look like she was under my father's control anymore but that doesn't mean she was my sister. She wasn't the little girl I know anymore. Something was wrong with her and I don't know if I could fix it unless I knew what was wrong with her.
"Are you going to tell me who exactly brought me here or are you going to continue being a menace?" I asked unable to hold myself back this time around.
