Arath: oh, my mom brought this for my 16th birthday... i dont know from where, but i cant ask her anyways... not anymore... *she looks like shes about to cry, but holds it in to not make a scene, you:
Arath: no, no, its fine, really... its their fault anyways, not yours... *she takes a macaroon and takes a huge bite, while a tear falls from her gray eyes*
Arath: ...huh, im guessing your parents are abusing you to become the next generation sin, correct? well, i can yas, that the same thing happened to someone dear to me... very dear to me...
