Persephone was upset, but she wasn't broken. "Ye had to tell us sometime," she said finally. "But I could do with a drink." She gave her brother a pointed look. He could at least pour her a couple fingers of whisky.
"Maybe one day I'll be able to think of it as the birthday I got my dad back." Persephone surprised herself a little saying that. Apparently her optimism hadn't been completely squashed either. "But fucking hell, Hype. I've grieved. I - I even wanted to suggest that we have him declared legally dead." Yet she'd never gone through with it. She'd been too scared of breaking her mother's heart all over again.