Kage turned and looked at him when he finally spoke. She merely nodded and remained quiet still and turned to walk over to the chair. She started to untie the belt and fiddled with it with her shaky hands. She was shaking but one wouldn't know if it was nerves, stress or anger when she wasn't looking at them. It wasn't until a soft sniffle could be heard and a tear fell onto the top, darkening the spot in which it landed.<br/><br/>She finally managed to get the belt untied and she laid it on the table and began slipping her shoes off and placing them neatly at the foot of the bed. It appeared it was out of habit that she done these little things. She then started to take the top off and lay it neatly on the bed, standing there topless in just the white pants.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #BF0000">What if she doesn't believe it's actually me?</span>" she asked, her voice barely over a whisper and with little to no pitch change in her voice. "<span style="color: #BF0000">What if she thinks I'm an impostor or someone he 'adopted' to raise as his daughter just to throw everyone off?</span>" she asked and finally she turned to look at him, her tear filled eyes and tears falling down her gentle cheeks.<br/><br/>She was beginning to look a little defeated, but she was clearly a strong woman as she still kept going and going through the motions. Her now soft body was exposed completely, and there were still a few stains left on her soft skin. Yet when she looked at him, it was upsetting to hear her talk like she herself didn't even exist. But it was true, he could have, but she looked so much like her mother. No one could deny that. She was adorable, and hurt, and she was his, he just had to convince her of it.