[Lup's eyes narrow as she watches her brother shift to face her, dragging that umbrella of his with him. She can't quite put her finger on why it bothers her so much, maybe it's even the tiniest bit of jealously that he seems more attached to it than to her, but Lup just huffs, frustrated and annoyed but ready to talk.

As he warns her, Lup's foot bounces anxiously, hands twisting into the blanket she's sitting on, unable to fully sit still. She normally needs the space to pace when her emotions are running high like this, to fume and yell and work her raging emotions out of her. But right now she desperately needs to be near Taako instead, to be able to look into his eyes, to reach out and touch him.

To remind him of who she is to him. Because right now, it feels like he's forgotten.]

What the fuck, Taako? [And she's still mad, Lup's anger may flare up and then burn out fast but never that fast, but there's more of a hurt tone to her voice than anything.] Do you really think I wouldn't believe you? We've been through everything together. Our whole lives just... [It's easy to trail off. What pictures does she need to paint that he doesn't already have stuck in his head? He knows better than anyone. Their scrappy childhood, relying on no one but one another for over a hundred years. It had just been them versus the world. Even if things had slowly began to change, why would it ever erase what they were to one another?

After at least a hundred and fifty years together, why would he think he could ever not trust her with something? That's what really hurt.

Maybe this is his way of avoiding telling her he'd moved on too far in his life to need her anymore. Facing The Hunger head on wasn't anywhere near as frightening as thinking those words may fall from his mouth any moment now.

Lup shakes her head and huffs again, unsure of what was coming but unwilling to wait for an answer.]

Just be straight with me. Please.