[It's the three of them, the way it always should be, just Lup and the two men who complete her world. As long as she has Taako and Barry, nothing else matters.]

Kiss ass, [she shoots back at Barry for his attempts at placating her twin, but there's no bite in her tone, nothing but an underlying fondness reserved only for the two of them. The kind that usually comes with a roll of her eyes and a held back, half-grin.

It's impossibly easy to joke about death, especially given her own relationship with it, but Lup would much rather not in regards to her brother. Talking about Taako dying isn't funny. It just makes her sick to think about while she's still drenched in his blood. She can't be a part of this conversation.]

Keep up then, if you're feelin' so fine, 'Ko. You're laggin' behind. Do I hafta throw you on my back like when we were kids?