Despite her love of things that were considered by the majority of people to be morbid, Bianca had never robbed a grave. She had thought about it plenty of times, but in that way that children imagine doing something that they know will never come to pass. Even if it did seem like something that could happen after learning what she was. Had she not spent part of a night in a graveyard playing with a animated dead dog? Why would a person be so much different? Why am I even thinking about this? I thought I wasn't going to do it. Because somehow it all seemed that much different when she had an aunt standing there telling her about it after having shown her a picture of a mother than when Nic had declared it. His seemed more pompous in her mind and Delta's seemed, not caring, but just... different in a way that Bianca could appreciate. Someone looking in from the outside might call it hypocritical or insensible but luckily for everyone the only person who knew how she reacted to both instances was her.
"Makes you you." That was all family ever did - shaped you into something without caring too very much about whether you liked it or not. Much as Bianca had tried to deny it she could never say that there was no mark left on her from her adopted family. There were many. Just not the ones that Ashley Syme had hoped she would leave. "Mid-thirties then, least now there's a time limit." Bianca had been thinking twenties, which was evidently wrong. Or maybe it was right at the time since she had had no intention of using the magic in her veins to so much as relieve her migraines. Which had gone right out the window when she had the first one and played with that dead rabbit. "Right; have you been in Michigan long? Better jobs don't exist for college kids on their summer break. Plus I never said I wasn't fine with it, just that it's a dump." Why did she feel a little defensive about that? "You can come over and see it sometime, maybe tell me more stories." Not so much a request as a statement because it was something that she wanted. The selfish thing was very true. Seeing Delta and that picture of the girl who was her mother, Sierra, had made her want to know more. If Delta was the only one left of the family then there was the only way to get the knowledge - her. "Maybe something about what to do when the migraines come. I was only just informed of what I am."