The fireball exploded as expected, but unlike the furniture, the books were defended by a natural barrier of sorts. Storing so much knowledge, it wasn't a surprise that he'd have it defended in some way. He ultimately ignored Jenso, stopping a few feet in front of his mother, who stood there silently.

	[color=ed1c24]"Ada cut out her tongue,"[/color] Yzeira grunted, [color=ed1c24]"And from what I've been told, she abandoned you from birth. She is worth nothing as a mother. She has no voice to comfort you, and no history to keep you tied together. The only thing that binds you is blood, and still, you can't even be too sure of [i]that much.[/i]"[/color] He rose a hand in front of her face, but she didn't flinch. [color=ed1c24]"What good is a woman who's lost all value in her own life, so much so, that she stares death in the face without fear or regret in her eyes?"[/color]