She should have paused. Maybe she did when she saw the familiar face. But there was no familiarity in the gaze, there was no friendliness, no love, none of the things she saw when she looked in her brother's eyes. Sneering, her voice was almost a growl, "Blood isn't everything, Stryfe." With all her strength, she thrust the spear into the space between his ribs. "Family isn't blood. This is for mine."