Irzayle grasps the pendant between both hands and hisses a quick prayer. The prayer comes out distorted and weak, vanishing off their lips like wisps of mists in the morning sun. Their hands tremble and the slightest scent of burned flesh tinges the air. They don't take the pendant, though.
W͎͍̟̰ͤ͒͢e̶̳̭͕̫͎̙̼̽̅̏ͣ̉̿͟ͅḁ̢̰͓̳̱̣͙͇̫͊̂͛͝k̔̽͂ͦͦ҉̬͔͠ ̟̩͎͉͙̻͕ ̵̶̗̩͖̰̠̼̗̱ͭͪͣ̈́͋͗͛͌ͦḩ̷͇̥͙͑̊̇̈́̀̚ạ̳̼̭̮̬̦͔̿ͨͮ͜l̵͓͔͊ͫ ͈f̧͚̮̪͉̘͔ͦ͐ͫͫ̾̐̾ ̧̱͉̤̞̪̼̙ͦͥ͒̔͆̃̿ḅ̴̛͍̠̼̮̋͆̒̌̂̓̆̂̀̚l̴̶͙̙̯̺͓̔̓͌̓̀̄ͯͣͣ ̟̣ơ̸͈͉̩̄̄̍̿o̴̩̘̻̿̅̃̋̇ͪ̚̕ḑ̸͓ͭ̅́͗ͬ.̘̳̠̲̦̦ͮ̔̾ͧ̿ ̰͈ ̸̬̠̪ͩ̈ͨ̎̄ ̷̣̰̪̹̯̰̝̯̭ͣ͂ͭͫ͐ͥK̦̳̺̺̟̞̜̔ͯ̄̿̋ͫͭi̶̪̹͈̓͒͊ͫ̄͝͠lͪͤ͐̂̕͘ ͔̦̼̙̙͖̹l̷̻̝̝͛͘͠ ̢̼͎̿̆h̸̴̟̫͎̞͍͑̀͂ͧ̽ͧe̢̛̠̳̱̝̜̼̗ͣ̉̿̆̕r̳͕͇̭̖̹ͭ͑ͭ̋͒ͬ̓.̑ ͚̘̹̥̘̦̘ͤ ̷̼̀͢ ͮ̿ͭ̐̇͒҉͜҉̭̱̖̱͍̩W̵̲͙̦͇ͨͭ̚o͐ͥ͐͗̿͑̚҉̫̤̣̦̯̞r̴̩ͯͮ̈́ͥͦ̀͜͝ ̙͈̼̹͚̬͖̮t̢̛̥̫͔̩͖̖̔̑ͩͭͣ̔ͯ́̚h̷̥ͫͯ̃ͨ́l̥̩̹̟̖ͨ̒̊͝͡ͅe̾ͦ̽ ̪̗̱̙̠̗͆̈s̹̠̙͓͓̩͎̲ͩ̂ͫ̿͑̍͑͢͞s̯͇͒̕.̵̶̻̬͙̳ͪ ̲͎̞͎̟͑̿̍̌̂̕͞ ̨̧̟̗̖͂̏͒ͫͧP̧̢̗̫̰̃͐͡ȧ̵̏̌ͤ̚͏̖̣̻̗͓͎͉̠ṯ̲̝̹͇̟ͨ̒̀͂̓ͨ͞h ̸̗̭̞̘̙̘͈ͥͪeͦ͆̋̔̊̍ͯ̐́͏̰͕t̛̙̬̻̟̩̽͐͟ͅỉ̜̞͎̹̼̤̻͖̆͐̂͌͢c ̢͇̪̰̹͍̞̱̝̓̐ͨ͜.͙̝͕̓͂̏ͧ̑̇̔̍̀̕ ̛̤͔̝͇͚̊̿ ͉͙̍̏͒̉S̬̺̦̃̓͗ͥ̈̈́̍͒͜ë͉̺́̎̄ͣ̀͝n̸̠̺̬̼̖͉̯̼̙ͤ̀̎ț͇̒̀iͬͤ ̸̡͎͇͔̮̳̙̲̤͛́ͅm̜͕̖̞͙̺̭̱̭͋̊̑̀̿̓ͥ̑͟e̵͖͔̱͎ͨ̋̍͗n̽̈̆͂̈́ͩͪ ̻̠̲͉͖͚͗t̡͔̞̺̱̺͍͛ͨ͒ͧ͗͆̀ͮ͡a̸̡ͤͥ͒̋ͫͬ̚͏̩̪̝l͖̘̻̝̘̜ͮ̂̋̚͡ ͕.͙̙̟̣̬̮͈͓̍̓ͪ͟͡*
There is no love here that you would understand with your eyes. But that does not mean we are not bound to our kin. Nor that we have no feelings. You came here looking to be a part of your heritage but turn away in disgust at the first hints of what you fear it to be. Sentimentality may not be favored by our people, but neither is cowardice that serves no purpose.
They take a deep breath, their hands trembling.
You came here knowing what to expect. I can see it across your every feature. Do not write your family off so quickly. We may be different from how you were raised, but ours is a tradition that has survived for a reason. There is sentiment to be found, if you are not so arrogant as to take the words of outsiders over what you might see otherwise.
They release the pendant and step back. Their hands shake and the pendant has a fading glow, as if it had been heated.
T̵̹ͨ͗̎̋ô̩̮͈̤̔̒͋ͭ͛̔ͭ͜u͓͚̫̣̟͕̪̫̎̇̓͗̎ͨ̚c̆̽̒ͨ̋͏̭̤͈̙ͅh ̻͓̣̗̖͚̮̈́̑̈ͬ̃̀ͅ ̻̳ͨ͢͢͡į̷͉͍̙̞̺͎͓̑̔͠t̤͚̙ͮͥ̉̓͂̈ ̧͍̼̏̏́͂͢ạ̞ͣ̔̀g͕̙͓͎̫̤̊̓̅̓ͨ́͞ͅa̧̠̙̳̯͍̦͇͔̿͆̓̐̈́͆ͩ͌ĩ̊ ͬ̎̀͊̌̑͏͓̪̭̟͎͚̳n̞̼̰̉̎ͥ̓̐̕.̘̗̠̩̬̼̮̯̤͛ͦͫ̈̐́̀ ̸͎̜̲̣ͩ͑ͪͧ́̕ ̏҉͏̥̳̩̲͖͎͈̦B̨̺̰͍͊͐͜e͛́͏̢̧̤̦̝̬̪ ̶̧̟̰͍̥̞͔̿͐ͫ͛ͦͧ̑d̖̺͚͙͈̫͍͈̂̔͌̾̈ͯͪ͜ę̷͓̩̘̬̻̺̙̖̾ͬͯͨ̈͋͑ ͖s͍̩̦̪̙̮̐͒̑͒t̤ͤ͐̌ͬͭ̐͗͟ṙ̡̨̬̐͋͛̑̑̍̕ǒ̷̢̳͍̭̠͙̠̭̬̎̔ͭy ̘̤͍̭͈̝͈̌͐̏́̋ͮ̽̿͝e̖͔ͦͥ̓͊ͅḋ̠̲̜̜̎ͧͭ͐ͦ́̚͞.̯̀͑͒ͥ̆͂̉̐̚͡ ̠͎̞ͅ**
Forgive my outburst. But there is reason for you to reconnect with your family, whether you wish there to be or not.
*Weak half blood. Kill her. Worthless. Pathetic. Sentimental.
**Touch it again. Be destroyed.