Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5490216-20150507090308/@comment-25119920-20150512153010

"Of course not. He knows I have more sense to do that. The White Fang indirectly tried to kill me."

Iris shuddered at the memory. So many Grimm. The Monte Rapida nearly killing them. Those God-sent spikes. Shaking herself back to reality, she thought of all the things Cyrus would become worried about.

"He usually gets uncomfortable when talking about family. His parents died a couple years ago, so not that. We have a small family, so it has to do something with me."

She gasped as she came to the realization. It was something about her parents. It had too be. She knew nothing of them, and Cyrus knew little as well. Leaving her as an infant, she could never forgive them for that. Whatever they're doing, it's making their severed relationship worse.

"I think it's about my parents."