<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla seemed surprised that he’d answered so honestly, considering that Dimir had a reputation for half truths and outright lies. She glanced over at her brother, as if checking to see if he felt the same, before slowly nodding. The mention of their stepmother elicited an identical look of disdain from the two of them, confirmation of what he already knew. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi spoke up once more, as he sat on the couch beside his sister.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “Well…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he chose his words carefully. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Obviously you have plans for us, if you thought this out ahead of time…”</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;I don’t think we have reason to be afraid. At least not…&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;no, you’re right. I wouldn’t be surprised if punishing our father was secondary to his main objective.&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;we didn’t stand a chance....&gt; </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">there was a moment of realization that crossed Alexi’s face. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;600 years.&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;so Dimir does have vampires…&gt;</span></i>