She looked down at her homework packet, vision blurry in her left eye, it almost swollen shut. “You don’t have to, really.” She opened the first page, looking over the work she would have to finish. “Honestly, I don’t know how I feel about Izaya. He’s my brother, so I should love him, but I don’t. At the same time, he’s an abhorrent person, which means I should hate him, but I don’t.” She looked up at Shizuo again. “If I had to put it into words, I think I’m on the fence about my own brother; which is a little messed up.” She offered a soft smile, but it was somewhat pained, her bruised face making even smiling painful.