The sister is not "like" the mother.
The sister is the mother.
"What the fuck does his sister have to do with it?" You ask.
But you know. You know.
The sister is another pawn.
A powerful one.
An extension of the Mother.
Her right hand.
The mother will know through the knowing of the sister.
She will see through the eyes of the sister.
She will speak through the mouth of the sister.
DH can not have the mother as she is,
So he tried to get her through the sister.
The sister was as close as he could get.
The sister is so much more than just a victim or a blind follower.
She is the means to one very powerful TKO.
A distilled kind of narcissist
She stands even less of a chance of breaking free.
The sister is eerily empty.
You can see it in her eyes.
She's not even adept at hiding it
like the mother.
She's the kind of person who makes the hair
on the back of your neck stand on end.
The perfect robot, a valuable extension, the N's dream.
I remember once, when they came to visit.
The mother and the sister.
The sister just stood and stared. Empty. No one home.
And the mother directed her..."Say hello."
The puppeteer's hand was moving expertly.
The sister said "hello" in my general direction.
And the mother said, "Now smile."
It gave me the chills.
The sister is the eyes and ears of the Beast.
DH can not be his sister's friend,
unless she comes out from under the mother's thumb.
The mother will never allow for them to have a relationship
outside of her, one that strays from her requirements.
Together, they are one.
One robot. One mind. One soul-less being.
Incapable of genuine emotion.
They only know that tears invoke
pity and sadness and guilt in others.
The mother knew that the sister
once worked as a tactic
She tried to enforcing the belief that to be a "good" brother
to be a "good" son, he had to do what she wanted.
So don't hold your breath, Dear Reader,
that the Sister will ever be any different.