Brynhild Nyman- Fringe, Barracks
Bryn looked over at Wroth once more, liking his idea of taking a break. She moved from her location, sitting on the floor near the bed he was laying on, staring at him with sad eyes. "I honestly couldn't give you any words on the matter Wroth." She said, looking away. "I did have a brother and sister once." she gave a shaky breath. "But he was taken away from me one night, as was my father. My sister...was murdered that night." She fought back the tears that threatened to spill, looking at Wroth. "I lost my family after that. So I'd say that no matter how fucked up he may be, and even if he is going to come to fuck shit up in a couple of days, he is still your brother." she sighed, as she lost the fight and her tears ran down her face. "I find it hard to hate family."