Aleine wasn't sure how long she'd been crying for, but eventually she became very quiet, her tears drying up. Then it was just a sense of a sort of painful emptiness. Curled against Crypt, her head resting against his shoulder, she eventually lowered her hands, just staring into space. She now had nothing, no ounce of hope, no dreams, nothing. She felt somewhat dead inside. She should have expected this, it was all she was ever worth to anyone. She wasn't a person, or living being anyone cared about or loved or worried about or wanted. She was just money, a burden, a curse, a good deed, something to be solved, a target, a victim, a source of amusement, a trash can, and now a source of magic to be used and abused. Stupidly she had wanted to believe his lies, had wanted to believe she was wanted.<br/><br/>Staring down at her bloodied hands she felt the prick of tears, seeing as her palms were completely healed yet still covered in blood. The only evidence. She couldn't die and earn her much needed freedom, peace. Kanrou was right.<br/><br/>After a long while she took a deep breath, her eyes sore from crying and her throat raw, gaze drifting to Kanrou. She didn't dare move from Crypt just yet because he was the only thing keeping her warm, grounded to reality, quite possibly sane and calm. Strange. "Tell me," Aleine rasped, duel eyes red, the bags under her eyes terrible bruised in colour, her features emotionless. "No-No more lies... tell me everything I want to know. You said you knew of my parents. Why am I really here. I want to know everything, the truth!" she breathed, voice lace with pain. "If I am to be forced to stay here so he can use me and my magic as he wishes, then I deserve that at least. Tell me everything and what you should have told me. What do you people really want from me?"