He clung to the anger because what lay beyond it terrified him, but he too was losing steam faster than he could recover. It was plain to see that Bess knew nothing about this side of his sister's duplicity, even though he cringed at the harsh word. Furious as he had been, and still was, she was his sister. Before their family had been killed, Drystan would never dream of using such a word on her. He also would never have laid a hand on her as he did this afternoon. Shame coiled hot in his gut, but he refused, absolutely refused, to cater to it, and so turned it into his fast-deflating temper as well.
"She said she'd failed all her N.E.W.T.s, thus there were no offers to begin with. I don't know if that's true or not." Because I don't know if anything that's come out of her mouth in the last year is true. "So I told her what she'd done was wrong. I said I was disappointed in her, because it's true." He also threw in her face what their dead parents might have to say on the subject, as well as rubbed in her face that her life was a dead-end and there was no one in her life she could depend on because she'd either betrayed the relationship or it wasn't a real one to begin with. "It was… harsh, I expect, but deservedly so."
Because Penelope was wrong! She had acted out, in her own way, and he was simply dealing with her as he would have any other child in his care that was in trouble.
So if that was the case, how was that feeling of sickness inside of him explained? His guilty eyes slunk away from Bess's frame, unable to face her.
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