"Make friends," says - the younger Zeviana, motioning to her alt and Prime.
"When there is more than one Adarin in the room yours is Prime," Ice tells elder-Zeviana, hugging Cypress's arm. "For reference."
Unspoken condemnation of the older version.
"He," she says, pointing at Prime, "has not been treating me like his sister. It's like I'm just - some stranger that he knows that happens to annoy him."
Ice decides to leave aside the oxymoron that is "stranger that he knows". "What would constitute treating you like his sister who happens to annoy him, instead?" she inquires.
"Not being all -" She makes a vague sort of motion that sort of points to all of him. "Closed off and unwilling to spend any amount of time in the same room as me."
"Imagine that. Not wanting to be yelled at. Insanity, surely."
"Also, Adarin who is not the mini version, go fuck yourself with a cactus."
"Hey, jackass, she's got legitimate grievances, why don't you listen to them for a change?"
"I think," sighs Cypress, "I am starting to see why I'm supposed to be here."
"Yeah, let's - everybody not swear at each other, for a start," sighs Ice. "Zeviana-the-elder, you're the one with a clear goal in this interaction, maybe contemplate before you take actions whether they will help you accomplish your goal as opposed to doing other things entirely? It's clear the mere fact that you and Prime are twins will not have him willingly taking tea with you every Thursday out of duty, so you're going to need to come up with something else, such as not being unpleasant to exist near."
"Not everyone is quite so - all right with being yelled at."