"Yeah, uh. Yeah. They do. Shit."

It was bad enough having her brother around, pseudo-dad as he always has been to her, but to have your father be in command of the program, and then the whole weird shit with Texas...

Yeah. Thinking about that's enough to cut through a lot of the surface-level rage. It makes some things slot into place in a way they couldn't before.

South groans, turning around only to sit herself on the floor, knees up loosely and elbows resting on them. She drags her hands through her hair again, taking a deep breath.

"...not like I have a leg to stand on. I fuckin' all but killed my brother. It's just— this," she gestures around, vaguely, "this is... fuck."