No one had ever spoken to her in such a manner, nor had anyone dared to.
The redness at the tip of her nose slowly faded away, and she released the strand of hair between her fingertips, speaking softly, "I was born under an ominous star and spurned by my clan. My birth shrouded her in dust for her entire life, yet she did not kill me. I feel that there is no reason for me to kill her, even though she treated me so, even though I deeply resent her for being unfair."
"But... it wasn't until that night when she broke off a corner of cake and gave it to me that I realized I had always been hoping she would show me a bit of warmth."
