I'm breathing in the chemicals

"I’m going to have to be slightly realistic, now, though.. and ask you if you actually have any legitimate proof of us being sisters. If you don’t, we could probably just get our DNAs tested or something like that. I mean, as you said.. it’s very out of the blue.." She didn’t want to doubt, though. She wanted to just accept this story and get her family back. She wasn’t lying when she said that she’d been just fine on her own, but she had been feeling very lonely and she was missing having someone around the house that she knew she could trust because of the blood bond. This wasn’t always the case with all families, she knew that, but she felt like that was the case with her and Jeanine. Or.. that’s what she wanted to feel. "And I’m just wondering.. how much you know about me… exactly,” she added. She was curious about this girl too, she wanted to know more about her and how her life had been up until this point, but she knew that could probably be a little bit too much to ask as of right now so she remained silent.

"I'll do any tests you want," she told her, nodding. "I don't have concrete proof either so if you're willing to find out if this is true... then so am I." Hayley frowned in thought, the full realisation that this girl was Jeanine Matthews' daughter setting in. She probably had more access to Erudite files than most other people in her faction. Hayley wondered if they could use that to their advantage. "Is there any way you could get access to your file? Or even my file? That would have something in it about all of this, right? I don't know anything about you. Just that your name is Eleanora, you're seventeen, and we might be related."

“I didn’t need you to fix me. I needed you to love me while I fix myself.”

When Hayley told her about what had happened to her, the cogs in Nora’s head began to spin. Okay, so what, did she think that Nora was her baby sister? Why were her parents killed? “And… I’m just going to go out on a limb here and guess that you think that I’m your.. baby sister?” If what Hayley was saying was true, there was definitely a chance that it was the truth, but Nora doubted it slightly. She knew that it was easily fixed, she could probably get a DNA test.. but still. This was mindblowing to her. She had gotten so used to being alone now.. but maybe she didn’t have to be anymore.

"I've been trying to find out more about my parents since I transferred to Dauntless. I didn't even know you existed until a couple of months ago. I've been trying to find out who you were ever since." Hayley cleared her throat again, searching the girl's face for what she was feeling. She was hard to read, that's for sure. "Listen, I know this is crazy and out of the blue, and you lost your mom so you probably don't want to even think about family right now..." she trailed off, thinking about how when she was a child and had learned about what had happened to her parents how she'd rejected anyone who dare call themselves her family. It was probably one of the reasons why she had never properly bonded with her Aunt. Family was a joke, until she grew up and realised it was more important than she ever knew. "But if we're sisters..." Hayley shook her head, changing her mind. She didn't want to force her expectations onto her. "You don't have to do anything. I'll leave right now if that's what you want." 

"Geez, that’s been a while… yes, I was adopted.. why do you ask?" she eyed over the other girl’s clothing again. Perhaps this girl was one of those people who were still incredibly angry over what her mother had done, how she had manipulated Dauntless into fighting for her mother’s agenda. This made her unsure if she should go into detail or not, so she decided to hold her tongue for now. Her fingers slowly coiled around the mug and she lifted it up, sipping from it once again. If this conversation would turn foul, she felt relieved that she had a weapon. The coffee was still hot. Nora had the bad luck of meeting several upset people in the past, who knew that Nora was Jeanine’s adoptive daughter. They liked to blame her in their time of grief, since that was such a normal thing to do. She had hated it. She still did, but now she knew how to deal with it. Six months ago, she didn’t.

The longer she looked at her, the more similarities between them she could see. Unlike Hayley, the girl had dark eyes, but they seemed familiar to Hayley anyway, like this wasn't the first time she'd looked into them. They had the same cheekbones, the same chin, the same slant of the jaw. Things you could only notice once you really looked. "Because when I was two years old my parents were killed. And my baby sister was adopted while I was sent to live with my Aunt in Abnegation."

Turns out I might have a little sister in Erudite. So things are... weird. And do they ever behave?

She took a quick moment to inspect the girl, to make sure that she hadn’t seen her before. She took a particular notice to the other’s clothing and assumed that she was Dauntless. Nora had grown quite familiar with Dauntless now since she enjoyed working out as much as she did. ”Yes, sure,” she replied, her tone of voice low but loud enough so that she could hear. She nodded toward the chair opposite of her, gesturing for her to have a seat. Then, she began to collect the books to give the other girl more space if she needed it, packing some of them down into her bag and piling the rest of them up beside her study station, closing the psychology book shortly after. “Can I help you in any way?”

Hayley folded her hands in front of her, glancing at the girl's textbooks as she tried to compose her thoughts. Psychology. Interesting. "Okay, so," she began, reaching up and running her hand through her wavy brown locks. "This is going to sound strange but I promise I'll explain it all once everything is a bit clearer in my own head," she told the girl, hoping she'd be able to go along with that. "I was just wondering. Are you adopted?" Hayley figured that was probably the first thing to get out of the way. Was the corrupt leader of Erudite her real mother or not? It would definitely help Hayley. Better to start there than to blurt out her suspicions. She couldn't screw this up before they'd even started. 

Yeah, well, there is that. How've you been?

Maybe if you put a shirt on every now and then you might look like you were doing something productive. 

I'll pass then, I like to know what I'm putting in my mouth. 

I guess I’d rather have a piece of your faction’s famous chocolate cake as well, but that’s not likely to appear out of nowhere.

I'd get you some, but we're all out. 

I wouldn't eat that even if you were offering.