Rayne glared at Zelina with anger and pain in her eyes.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Throw your child away then talk to me about guilt, hurt everyone you've ever loved, have your own family exile you and then talk to me about self-pity!"</span>She balled her hands into fists.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"I have a younger brother and two older sisters, both parents are still alive. I am such a disgrace, such a worthless, and irredeemable moron they went to the Temple archives and had all knowledge of my existence erased! Self pity? No, oh no, I've been told and reminded all of my life that I am trash! And so far nothing has happened to make me think otherwise." </span>She slammed her fist down on the stone work bench<span style="color: #4d4dff">. "Fine! I'll... I don't know... Let me learn how to sew, get me some books or something."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>