"Faith," Jared's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. He came up beside her at the diner, resting against the counter.
"Can we talk?"
"Kinda busy, junior," Faith replied, taking the bags of food from the waitress. She flicked the bills across at her, and then turned to leave, Jared at her heels.
"It's about our Dad!" he tried, following her outside.
Faith sighed and stopped. "For the last time, kid, it's your Dad. Not mine."
"I just..." he paused, trying to find the words. "I didn't know if you'd been told, but he was - "
"Killed?" Faith finished. "Yeah, got the memo."
Jared just stared at her incredulously. "And that's it?"
"Well, yeah," she shrugged. "What, you want to hug and cry and learn and grow? Not gonna happen."
"It's our dad!" he exclaimed. "You don't get it, it's our father!"
"No," Faith smiled. "You don't get it. I don't care."
And with that, she took off again, leaving her half brother standing speechless.