Kitori slid off of Lorna’s back and looked down.<span style="color: #b300b3"> “I think… I think I want to talk to Father. Or maybe I should just go sit down.” </span>She rubbed her stomach idly and let out a sad sigh.<span style="color: #b300b3"> “How do I make my heart stop hurting? How do you make yourself not care?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4dff">“Well, you or Order. But she doesn’t protect monsters I guess. It’s okay though, you won’t be able to protect your children from me.” </span>She snarled when she was hugged but notably didn’t try to fight back or even injure herself.<span style="color: #ff4dff"> “Why? So she can do it again? I begged her to stop, to let me go, and she only went harder and harder. She knew what she was doing, she wanted to hurt me, just like my uncle and aunt wanted to. You two are no different… you just didn’t pretend to be as nice for so long.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>