"Oac," she said, not bothering to keep her voice too quiet this time. There was no way Aunt Bellatrix would have lowered herself to learning the Al Bhed language. "Yfyo. Pyt ... syka. Pek sykel."

She turned back to Bellatrix, keeping a hold of her temper. She was allowed to insult Yylfordt, Bellatrix could fuck off. He was exactly the sort of person she would hate, but that didn't make it acceptable for her to say that.

"Why wouldn't I?" She snapped, in Jyllandi, not wanting Yylfordt to understand it. "You told me I was filth for my whole life, surely he's exactly who I should associate with?"