He stared at her in abject horror, 'how could she?' he whispered in his mind.
"little girl hate me?" Yuri said brokenheartedly from the top of the stairs, looking down on her, his eyes magnified through his thick specticals, "I thinked I good uncle.", he sighed as he turned around and limped away back towards the music room, too shattered to think about the pain in his leg.

Voltus slipped the gun back into it's holster, "before we go shooting eachother you better explain to me why you said that." he said sturnly down at her.