Tig quirked a condescending eyebrow at him as she engaged with her cigarette once again. Was his life truly that bleak or was he just a spineless whiner? However, she couldn't honestly say that she had never had similar thoughts of her own, albeit more of an apathy to life than a longing for death.
"And what purpose would that serve?" Her voice came out strained on account of her trying to hold back the tantalizing urge to cough. "If your father wishes you'd never been born you'll be doing him a favor. It might be easier to be dead but you'll be forgotten that much sooner, especially with a half-brother to take your place. If I died tomorrow, your father would have Seneca marry Tiberius the moment it was socially acceptable and I'd be well and truly forgotten once your sister announced she was in the family way." Her bitterness was palpable. "It's simply not worth it; the dead have no influence over the living."
"And what purpose would that serve?" Her voice came out strained on account of her trying to hold back the tantalizing urge to cough. "If your father wishes you'd never been born you'll be doing him a favor. It might be easier to be dead but you'll be forgotten that much sooner, especially with a half-brother to take your place. If I died tomorrow, your father would have Seneca marry Tiberius the moment it was socially acceptable and I'd be well and truly forgotten once your sister announced she was in the family way." Her bitterness was palpable. "It's simply not worth it; the dead have no influence over the living."
