[ He's so kind, filling her cup again. She probably... proooobably shouldn't drink it as fast as last time. She hasn't eaten enough today to offset how this might hit her system.

Ah. ]

I was born into hatred, and raised to be despised. And I've never fought against either.

[ Not in any meaningful way. Sparing lives, only certain lives, wasn't enough. Blood stained her hands, and she had put it there, one death at a time. ]

To imagine the kind of hatred someone would have to incur to make me palatable for the world... that's a truly horrible thought.