*totally doesn’t re post her old stuff to keep the streak*

Atlas fell to his knees. Seconds earlier Adalia had watched him run into the burning building before she herself could do anything. He came out holding her unconscious daughter.

Adalia rushed to Trinity’s side while Atlas stood up and took a step back. He starred down at his feet.

“What’s with that face?” Adalia asked. At this point her proper, Queenly voice was a habit. Her British accent helped with making everything sound proper as well.

“I- I’m the reason she’s in this situation.” He said with a catch in his voice. Adalia frowned. Atlas reminded her of her husband, leaf, way to much.

“Oh shush.” She rolled her eyes. He looked surprised by this comment and expression as, no one had seen her do that in years. The child opened his mouth and then closed it.

“You were stupid, sure. But I understand.” She said standing and shaking him by the shoulders.

“How? How could YOU of all people understand?!” He demanded pulling away now triggered.

“YOUR LIFE IS SO PERFECT! You have everything easy! All you have to do is eat, sleep, and repeat.” He said with rising anger. Adalia laughed uncontrollably. She finally stopped whipping her eyes.

“Idiot child.” She shook her head. Trinity was sitting up now watching.

“I was you ones. You really think I was born into royalty? My life was living hell! This scar?” She started tracing the scar that rand down her left eye, neck, and arm.

“Proof that I lived in a dystopian era. Queen Cyrus did this when I was 8. From that day, all the way to 14 my life was horrible. I was lost, broken, outcast. MY MOTHER WAS KILLED BY THE BLADE THAT SHOULD HAVE KILLED ME.” Adalia shouted now fuming.

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA! EVERY NIGHT I LAY AWAKE CRYING REMEMBERING HER FASE AS SHE PASSED FOR MY MISTAKES. MY ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION FLAIRS UP AT RHE WORST TIME. So, if anyone didn’t understand, it’s you.”

Atlas blinked and stepped back a few steps.

“And I do nothing but sit back all day? HA! I do more than you could imagine.” She growled.

“And you know how I get through it all? I sleep. Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to sleep.” She finished examining her hands imagining the blood that ones coated them. She remembered the feeling of her sword penetrating human flesh. A small smile crept along her face.

“Good times.” She said sarcastically.