The real sisters.

It is time to bring the two sisters together. The two sisters the hate-siters want to render apart even after death, Arawa and Laniet. Yes of course, they were both liars, neither a victim in life nor death you say. Anything, anyway in which witnesses described the young women before their deaths that attests to their good father, Robin, abusing them can't be true. No, in fact they were co-operating in their own deaths and providing an alibi for their brother, a victim also. They knew long before they were murdered that there was some benefit in expressing to friends that their father was a molester. There must have been some profit in them for doing so. The profit of misfortune, the profit of being betrayed and spat upon for leaving proof of their father's sins.

All of those that they spoke ill about that man bereft of soul, were liars. Liars no less, each of them recalling mischief to darken the shadow of the dead samaritan of shame, the holy man. The man that slept with spent cartridge shells and one live round with which to kill himself. He, the one that encouraged stories of family murder, he that dreamed of the poisened fruit that had consumed his soul, left him as if dead, lifeless but for hate. So the sisters lied, lied before their deaths about the man that wrecked their lives.

So you, who speak to tear those girls apart, a snake lives in your mouth. You host a serpent consumed by death. But the sisters remain despite your bitter, serpent tongue. Be off with you, to the hell from whence you came.