Andreja was sick of her mother ridiculing Meyles and nonstop harping at her; the new adult was independent and romantic. She did not want to be set apart from Meyles; she feared that her sister might hate her. She wanted with her sister an actual relationship. Not one of hate and resentment, although Andreja’s suspicions were that Meyles probably already hated her. She tried to be nice to Meyles, giving her dragonlike sister the best spot in the den. She shared as much as she could when Mother wasn’t looking. And now Guinevere was dragging her along, muttering about useless daughters and stupid men.
“Idiot men for giving me the two whelps that I have!” her mother was saying. Then she spat at Andreja, “Your sister is the worst of you. Dragon girl with no mind and no intelligence! She might as well be her father for all the use she’s been to me. You’re an idiot, but at least you take to my teachings.” Yeah, teachings how to kill. Then, Andreja spotted Meyles.
Goddammit, her sister had had to hear that. Andreja’s resolve broke. “You chose to teach me and not Meyles!” she burst out. “She is not some inanimate object to speak about however you wish. Moreover, she is MY SISTER, and you ought to show SOME respect for her seeing as she is also your daughter! You hated her from our very birth because she looks like Daddy, and you didn’t sign up to become a mother; however, you could treat her better than you actually do. I’m sick of you! Meyles, I’m running,” she said, whirling breathlessly to her sister. “I don’t know where, but do you want to come?”
When Andreja thought about it later, that night was the last she ever saw her mother again.

“Moi j'veux crever la main sur le coeur!”