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Dietrich Atallah stared down at the floor, refusing to look into his mother's eyes.
He had agreed to let her speak after she dismissed her guards, curious as to what she intended to say, but in truth he couldn't foresee a positive outcome.
She had never raised her hand or her voice to him, but in its place she had shown little to no interest throughout his childhood and beyond, only stepping in to reinforce the next awful decision that his father had imposed.
The only occasion where he had been able to stand up for himself, spurred by his desire to be at Kit's side, was the day that he packed his things and left for the Helsing base with Kit and Noah, never returning to that cavernous, empty palace again.
"What do you want?" He asked, coldly.
His mother didn't flinch at his icy tone, but he caught the way her lips pursed into a thin line as though she were holding her tongue from what she truly wanted to say.
