"Well maybe I want him to feel bad," Little said, looking at Thane now, locking her eyes onto his. "Maybe I want dad to hurt for giving me this, for not knowing and not checking and for making it so that I have to die and siblings have to die, for making mom get left alone. I look at him and the only thing I can see is what's going to happen to me and it's not fucking fair. So maybe I want to be angry."
Lyra said nothing. Thanatos had said everything better than she could have, but Little didn't seem to care. She could remember being a teenager full of emotions and stresses and hormones, and she could remember the way that her emotions sometimes got away with her, but she'd never had anything then to be truly upset about.