When he said that she must have loved them she remained quiet. She had loved them very much and her mother until she had passed away when Fay was ten years old. Her father on the other handâ€¦ his death was her fault. When she heard that he had no ties with his family she almost said that he was lucky but she would have given anything to have her father back, "So, Fay... How did you get here? They catch you killing that wooden dummy?" Her eyes hardened as she turned her back on him and faced the wall, â€œA guard tried to rape me, I fought backâ€¦â€ She almost did not tell him the last part. The image was still fresh in her mind and the sound of her fatherâ€™s screams still rang in her ears. She felt that he should know though. The reason above all else as to why she hated the guards; â€œâ€¦ they burned my house down... My father was still alive when they did it.â€ Her voice was completely devoid of emotion but her hands had balled into fists. Her voice cracked a little as some tears escaped her hold, â€œThey made me watch and listen to him scream as he was burned alive.â€ She could still remember seeing him. She had no choice but to watch with the guards holding her head up and her eyes open. She had cried the entire time; curing the men to hell. While inside her home her father screamed in agony as the flames licked at his skin causing it to bubble and then blacken. His eyes literally popped from the heat. It seemed like he was screaming forever until death finally came to him. She had not realized that she had been shaking the entire time as her mind played over those events. She heard nothing and her eyes stared forward seeing the pastâ€¦