"...is it terrible to admit that I'm not used to people actually wanting to protect me as opposed to feeling obligated to do it? Growing up, my auntie Zelda had a very strict 'you brought this on yourself so deal with it yourself' mentality, and she was an absolute bitch to anyone who tried to help me." Of course, Zelda thought she was selfish for wanting to change certain things about witchly tradition. "I really hope we find a book store. That's one thing I wish I bought while we were in Necrohelm."
She didn't want to argue with him. "Maybe that's my issue. I spent so long having to hide my magic and that part of who I was, that I have a hard time believing that I shouldn't have to do it all by myself. A lot of the shitty situations that happened back in Greendale weren't technically my fault, but because of who I'm related to, I got blamed for it anyway." Which invariably meant that she was the one who would end up having to fix things, often at her own peril. Sabrina wrinkled her nose. "The potion lasts longer than the gillyweed anyway, so I'd feel more comfortable using that anyway."
It was beyond obvious that he thought highly of Abigail, which made Sabrina more interested in getting to know her. "I'm not sure if you know this, but I have some experience dealing with fucked up fathers. Mine didn't go full Sweeney Todd, but he did have an unhealthy interest in my personal life and a love of micromanaging everything. I can understand that reasoning, I used to only eat food from other witches if I knew it was made by my auntie Hilda, since otherwise I had no way of knowing what was put in there or what the food was capable of. It's pretty fucked up, but I can related. I mean, this is kind of the first time I had a normal life too, if we're defining that as being to be fully and entirely ourselves without hiding shit or holding back."