Montana: *She's not crying so much anymore, and now she pulls herself together and steps between Tira and TK.* Tee, listen to what she's saying... Do you hear? *She wihspers to her sisters with a tiny voice.*
Tira: *She goes over to snarling, and watches Montana worried, but when she speaks, her voice is still sharp and angry. She's not whispering.* Siss, she's saying that our childhood was a lie, that our own mother didn't care to tell us the truth, neither our adoptive father, and that our real father didn't even care to speake to us, far from telling we were related at all. They didn't even c are to tell us we had brothers! *Her anger rises again, but not to TK this time. She has forgot her even being there for the second.*
Montana: *She nods slowly, sorrowfully, and then starts to cry again.* And... and that... our real father is... dead! *She sobs loadly and buries her face into her sisters fur.*
Tira: DON'T BE SORY FOR THAT BASTARD! *She shouts angrily at her sister, who quickly jerks her head away and steps backwards, scared.* Don't you waste your tears on him, sister, 'cause he was never there, he never spoke to us, he never told us anything, he never ment anything in our lives and now he's DEAD! *She turns around and faces TK.* And you just shut up about that he loved us, 'cause he bloody didn't, and it's a bit late to do something about it now, 'cause he's dead, dead, dead, dead, DEAD!! *She shouts out again and again, and her sister rushes towards her to calm her down.*
Montana: Tee, Tee, stop it, please, what is it? *She nuzzles her sister comfortingly.*
Tira: *She suddenly falls down on the ground, like if she had a breakdown, mumbling while tears are running down her face.* He's dead, siss. He can not hurt us, siss. He's dead...
Montana: *She lies down by her sister and tries to comfort her.* Shjjj. I know, Tee. It's hard...
