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"A quest?! You are starting a quest?! What are you insane! Your father would never. . . " she started, but stopped when Mayonette shot her a look.
"You will leave my father out of this," Mayonette hissed.
"You know that your father would never approve of you going off into a battle with people you don't even know!" She argued fiercely, her eyes blazing.
"You know not what my father would have approved of. You did not live in our home!" Mayonette said in a clipped tone.
Cordelia shook her head and looked down at her hands. They used to be so close. They never fought so fiercely before. The rage built up in her, causing her body to shake with the consumption.
"I lived their often enough during my youth. Do you forget the beatings I endured and that I would run to you and your family for help! Obviously. Well Mayonette. . . You want a quest. Fine. I'm coming with you," she told her in a matter of fact way that suggested that there would be no aruging on the topic.
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