Isopia's head tilted slightly, genuinely surprised to hear Nymeria beginning by talking about her family. Perhaps it was because Isopia expected so much of Nymeria to closely match her own traits, and the Mountain could scarcely imagine more than a handful of scenarios which would require talking about Kahlua. That, and the fact that she couldn't remember Volterra talking about his mother ever. Still, surprise for the demigoddess was a far away thing, and her face barely moved as Nymeria began.

"Why did she think that?" Isopia interrupted, ears forward and a curious intellectual interest obvious on her deathly features. "Because you were siblings, you were supposed to work together?" She continued, trying to parse out the reasoning. It seemed strange. After all, her parents couldn't possibly have predicted twins (could they?), and so it was mere happenstance that there were two, rather than one. So why should that coincidence yield this obligation of the dark boy and girl to work together? To be together? "Why wasn't it the case? You seem more than capable of being the brains, and he is nothing if not strong? Could you not temper him?" Though Isopia herself had learned that intellect was not enough to restrain the beast that Volterra had become.  Sex wasn't even a restraint, at least, not wielded by one mare alone (no, just not you. you were not good enough-), but that was surely not a weapon Nymeria was even capable of wielding against him, as they were siblings. Or at least, Isopia naively thought. "Or was it he, who couldn't match you?" Though Isopia doubted this was the case, for balance she offered it nonetheless.

Iso's quad horned skull bobbed in agreement. Both Kid and Zhu had seemed ... without guidance, as Nym has phrased it. Zhu seemed entirely reliant on Sikeax, and Kid? Kid seemed reliant on no one, but the girl had thought that a front. Almost as if Kid was subconsciously trying to make up for his lack of paternal guidance in all that he did.

Her dark lips opened to ask why it was a disaster, but Nymeria had already answered: He refuses to recognize his mistakes. Iso's lips closed, and again her skull bobbed in agreement. "I would bet that he has more mistakes than he's even aware of." She muttered as her eyes watched Nymeria look away. And Iso knew that bet to be true, if for no other reason than one of those mistakes lay dormant beneath the earth just a few feet away, providing nourishment to the worms and simultaneously eating away at her soul and her sanity. Though she didn't think her statement would seem overly prophetic or strange. If both Nymeria and Isopia had found out about Volterra's children before he had, chances were there were many more mistakes at hand, and not just murdered children.

"Why is he like that?"

She had almost said this; why is he like this, but that would have been too close to the present. 'That' put some distance between Isopia and the stallion, despite the utter lack of it that her mind constantly forced upon her. "When we were younger-" Surely Nymeria had gleamed they knew each other as children. She wasn't revealing too much.."-he had ambitions he spoke of. But this need to conquer? I assume that is how so many children already bear his likeness. The mothers are a type of conquest-" In a very real sense, her mind was speaking totally separate from her body now. For inside, it took almost every ounce of strength that she had not to let her voice waver. To hold her skin still so that it would not twitch with revulsion. She forced her hooves to remain immobile, fought the urge to even shift her position and give away any indication of her discomfort. All the while inside, her soul was screaming, for she had just voiced part of the fractured truth that she never wanted to encounter.

She was just another conquest, and she hadn't even known it.

"-but why has he no restraint? Surely he's at least clever enough to know that such recklessness leads away from the path that he seeks?" Then Isopia tried to tie the idea back to something Nymeria had said, so that it would appear as though her question stemmed from Nym's offerings, rather than the depths of her own depleted heart. "The path you were meant to walk together?"