"You really have changed, my sister," he said, his gaze lowered as if the floor was more interesting than I was. "I used to think you were already kind of overbearing, but now you've taken it even further. You're worse."
I never really thought of myself as overbearing. The word didn't sit right in my head. I turned it over for a moment, trying to see it from his perspective, but it just didn't stick. Maybe I was, just like he said. Maybe I had always been that way without realizing it. Still, it didn't feel like something I could fully agree with.
"So why are you still dragging this out when the outcome is already obvious?" he continued, lifting his head slightly now, his eyes finally meeting mine. "Don't tell me you're backing out of what you said earlier. Are you really that weak-willed? You can't even bring yourself to decide to kill me?"
There was a faint scoff under his breath before he went on.
