"Stop calling me 'girl'," Roxanna snapped, fed up with being talked down to and bombshells being dropped on her.
"Recommend," she snorted. "You, all of you, you all lost the right to 'recommend' or 'advise' or 'scold' me, or whatever the fuck else when that ass who claims to be my father walked away and left my mother to raise me by herself. Which she failed at pretty spectacularly, I might add. No parents, no permanent home until I was 12, and now this shitstorm." Her voice had gotten increasingly more agitated and fast as she spoke, pacing in ever-larger circles. It was only through Hypnos' intervention that a small statue didn't fall off the shelf.