"What is it with you and not wanting people to care about you? You're my sister, of course I'm going to care about your well-being. Stop trying to push me away." 
                          
"I'm not." 
                          
"Bullshit. For some odd reason you don't want people to care about you. Why is that?" He asks, but I keep quiet. "Is it because you think you don't deserve to be cared about?"
                          
I don't speak and he takes my silence as his answer. I didn't say anything because he was right. I mean why should I be cared about? I'm a mean person, I've killed thousands of people. I'm a murderer. Why do I deserve to be cared about when I've done so many horrible things?
                          
"You are worthy of being cared about." He says, bringing me into his chest. I tried to push myself away from him but he had an iron grip and refused to let go. "Now, tell me why you were crying so we can go to sleep, I'm tired." 
                          
"When are you not tired? You hardly sleep. None of you do." 
                          
"Don't change the subject." Damn. I was sure that would derail us talking about me for at least a few minutes. 
                          
"Fine.... I was scared. Thoughts of Alexei hurting you guys and taking away Niki were starting to psyche me out. I'm scared you guys will get hurt or worse. But then I realized that I'm a bad bitch and Alexei's literal clone, so whatever he's planning I'll know the right moves to make based on how well I know him. I'm still scared about you guys not coming back to me, but that just means I'll have to train you." I rambled trying to stop discussing my emotions as fast as possible. 
                          
"We can handle ourselves, there's no need to be scared. We'll be okay. As for Alexei, He won't win. I'd rather kill myself than see the day that he wins and gets more power."
                          
"Don't talk like that." I scold. Whether he was joking or being completely truthful, he shouldn't joke about killing himself. 
                          
"Sorry." He mumbled, but I had this feeling that he was anything but. "Anyways, there's no point in you training us. We know everything you know." 
                          
"No you don't." Before he could counter, I continued. "We'll be training tomorrow afternoon, you're not getting out of it, so don't even think about it." He grumbles a 'whatever' before shutting his eyes. 
                          
I was going to say something about him sleeping in my bed, but I was too tired to care. I shut my eyes letting the darkness takeover. My last thought before all the light went out was how fast Atlas changed the subject before I could ask him to explain what he meant. He wasn't sorry about the comment he made, in fact, he said it like it was a thought he had all the time. That scared me even more. 
                          
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By the time I woke up Atlas was gone and it was half past by noon. Surprisingly, my head didn't hurt like it should've after my night of drinking. I got up and did my morning routine, putting on some active wear to prepare for our afternoon of training.
                          
I ran downstairs hearing the ruckus that is my brothers. 
                          
"Why would you take the last one? I called dibs!" I hear Percys voice shout as I walk into the kitchen. 
                          
"Oh well." Ares rolls his eyes taking another bite of his pop tart. 
                          
"That was my food!"