When had Fiora ever bothered to look past her own nose, see what was in front of her? The truth of it, not the image that had been projected or what she'd been told; to get her head out of the clouds and pay attention what was really happening around her? But Mir had a right to her feelings, and Fiora remembered feeling, looking back, as though her family had scattered upon the trip to Northfall. They'd left Persephone there so soon after adopting her, and despite thinking she was doing her best lost so many younger siblings -- teenagers they kept assuming just went home with their impatience, but nothing had been the same since.

Harper had always been the perfect Mother, a loving figure active in her life. Fiora had gone missing, yes, but her Mama had been there to save her from the coyote when she needed her and there had been a lesson learned that day.

Surely, her Mother had looked for her. That made her feel worse. But Harper had looked for them, too, right? She'd gone home during the fires -- surely, she'd checked for everyone?

Fiora hadn't. Guilt pulsed in her chest. Mir said she didn't blame her, but being ignorant didn't absolve Fi of her terribly aching heart or the way she felt responsible.

Mir said Harper hadn't talked to her in months. Was that including or before the Northfall celebration she'd gone to and never returned from? Gods, maybe something had happened -- maybe she should be out there looking for her little siblings, for her mother. But... that had always been the way of it, right?
Where was Mordecai? Where was Rigby? Crux? Had there ever been a search?

Fiora felt stupid, thinking about it all together. There was a tremble to her entire being she hadn't noticed.

Her little sister felt dead to the family, was leaving Elysium, because they had failed her.

Fiora failed her.

I was so excited to be a big sister, she murmured, stepping forward again to head-butt Mir's shoulder and keep her forehead pressed there, I'm sorry, Mir. I'm sorry I haven't payed attention. We've... we've never looked for anyone, you're right, not even my littermates. Not even our Fathers.

I'm sorry I can't even feel the same way.

I should've looked, myself. I should've done something.

It wasn't just Mir she'd failed, but her whole family. What if they'd all needed her help? Echoes of that cave darkened the edges of Fiora's mind, and she wondered how many were real -- how many she hadn't even heard. Were they all dead? The snowy woman teared up, shaking her head and raising it to look at her sister again.

I love you, Mir, and I'll do whatever I can to support you now. To be better.