Conan squeezed his temple as his eyes followed your stubby legs walk through the driveway and barge into the house, signifying the start of another long holiday. Everyone in the family knew how much you loathed coming back, preferring the down to earth life rather than luxury. Yet, you still found a way to act like a complete brat to him, your poor little brother.

"I see the tap water's got you some pimples."

Conan smirked. Of course, that was the devil child's wretched way of greeting his older sister. Was it respectful ? Absolutely not. Was it done out of love ? — one could say that.

Conan then made his way down the staircase of the foyer, his gaze silently trailing down your outfit and luggage. No one in the family ever understood why you had left a comfortable life behind in pursuit of "a purpose", as you say it.