"I am ambiguously somewhere between 8 and 12, you are only ambiguously between 15 and 17! You're still no grown up." The fourth wall groans slightly, but doesn't exactly break until this was typed.
"And it's still no home. And you said you could see them all the time, not that you do. Deep down, you've been poisoned by the same mindset. And I heard that little twist on home. Even deeper down, you wish you could be a real family, not just a bunch of people thriving off each other's fame and power who share a name. I pity you, plucked from your 'family' and forced to eat up the same book that made them give you up so easily. Will your kids have to fear the same abandonment from you?"
The little witch kid almost cackles. "But no, what am I saying, you're right, I'm not really Noxian, but you can stay here and have fun with us if you'd like." She holds out her hand for a shake, still smirking.