"I never said I had a sister." He retorts back. Though the moment he says it he regrets it, he'd not deny Ylfa, but this girl she couldn't be his sister. It's not possible. His sister was beautiful and probably a mother.

He makes a look like a cat shoved in water, sure he smells a little and may have some dirt in his hair but he's cleaner than he used to be. Though the old hoodie did him no favors. "Fuck you, I take baths! I never said I was your brother!" He turned and started stomping off again away from the ship wreak painting, his heart pounding in a way he wasn't used to. Something like fear. It wasn't possible.