"Even on ability, bastards still don't come into the line," Daemyn pointed out. For the families where that really mattered, honor came into the mix, and a bastard wasn't considered something admirable. He felt the need to point that out. Most people wouldn't have felt like it was necessary to point something out that was so obvious, and possibly hurtful, but Daemyn did. It spoke of nothing good in his character, but he hardly cared about that. If he cared about things like that then he wouldn't do or say three-quarters of the things that he did.
Daemyn shook his head. "He got you a job. That is helping you." How could his mother know about this? How could she know and not tell him or the others? Did Janna know? Was that one of the reasons she had started drinking so much? How many people like Ryn were out there? Who are you to lecture my, father, when I am standing face-to-face with my own sister who I never knew? He had touched her, for the love of the Creator. "You exist. You knew precisely who you were for however long and never once thought to make yourself known until a moment like this." It felt, no matter how untrue it was, like that was a slight against him and his siblings. They had hidden their existence from no one else so why should Ryn be able to exist in secret? Why should she be a daughter of Daphisio Taraias who wasn't subject to his high standards? It didn't matter that she was a bastard, it didn't matter that she didn't benefit from their name, what mattered to Daemyn was that she didn't get told she wasn't doing things right even when she tried. "You hid yourself."