Fiora didn't really expect Mir to fall into her line of thinking when the free young spirit was just as stubborn as the rest of her family, but she also didn't fully grasp where her little sister was going with the topic, either. She could feel the discontent, a heavier topic she thought Mir must not have been ready to talk about; she did not expect full on detachment.

'But I dont think Elysium is home to me.'

The words echoed in Fiora's ears, and she stopped playing in the surf; standing there, back to Mir, ears flat as the words sink in and settle. Home... is not Mir's home. Elysium, Auntie Valeska, their siblings, Mom....

She'd always been distant. But this?

Fiora's breath fluttered in her chest, and she turned to fix a sad gaze on Mir, owlish gaze blinking slowly. A small part of her already began to mourn.

'I think you and Sreda are the only people that even care if I'm alive. If you go back, you'll tell her that I'll still come visit, right?'

Fiora's breath choked in her throat, and she took a single step foward to close the distance around them. Where she stood, her toes tippy-tapped nervously.

Have we all failed you so terribly, Mir, she asked softly, thinking of all the times she'd realized Mir wasn't around, Mir had gone home early, Mir had removed herself or otherwise didn't seem to be present in whatever might've been happening. How long had she felt so alone, so unseen, that she felt leaving her birthplace, her family was the only way forward?
How long had they all been failing her?