<span style="color: #9999ff">"After our first meeting and how poorly it went. It made sense to assume you wouldn't want to ever see me again. That's why I came out here, to think about what I'm going to do with the rest of my life." </span>She shrugged and looked at her multi-tool before tucking it into a pocket.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "Then why not just try to be better? Find a book, practice cooking. Read about messes, don't... I don't know. Don't just being a failure. You are too stubborn to accept that."</span>She looked Britomart in the eye and shook her head.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "I survived you at your absolute worst, nothing you can do will hurt me now. If I was scared of getting hurt I wouldn't be here. You are my... the closest I have to a mother. I will endure, I always have."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"This... Maka doesn't sound like much of a friend if she lies about not being hungry and then taking your food. Not that I would let her touch your food, you need to eat."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>