Belle was startled when the beast snarled those words. The young woman took a deep breath, her hands gripping the chair. Her eyes welled up a little as she bowed her head. The beast's reaction made Belle feel even lonelier.<br/><br/>She let out a deep sigh, keeping her eyes on the beast.<br/><br/>As he remembered his past, Belle remembered her own. Unlike the beast, she had always been a nice and caring person. Being the child of two simple and poor people, she had no choice but to be modest. Being well brought up by loving parents, the girl learned very soon that no matter how little you have, you can always share and help someone else. Her naturally sweet personality helped as well. She had been a quiet and well behaved child, and after her mother's passing, her door was always open when someone needed help in the form of a warm meal or a bed for a night.<br/><br/>So, maybe the beast was right. Maybe Belle would think less of him knowing the reason of the curse. But, perhaps, she would still feel compassion for him, even more if she knew that he had, as much as possible, changed his behavior after the curse. With a sigh, Belle stood up from her chair and walked closer to the beast. She even reached out with a hand, but drew it back before she could touch him. "I'm sorry, sir. I just... I just wanted to understand. And to know if there is anything I can do to help. I'm sorry. I will just... be quiet, sir. I promise."