Violet flinched as the bread hit her, watching it fall to the floor an not bothering to pick it up. She frowned, standing up again and watching Jade, seeing through his wall. Why must he hide everything? The war waged on, but that didn't mean there was no room for happiness.<br/><br/>She sighed, walking over and sitting down on the bed again. "He took you in as his own. You should be nothing but respectful to that poor old man." Then, she added in a whisper. "I know it's not me you're really mad at. Jade, you can talk to know. Stop mourning by yourself. Everyone has lost others in this war. We share your pain."<br/><br/>She gazed at him, her tone serious. Her voice was soft, and empathetic, longing to see the real boy in Jade that was dying to come out.