<span style="color: #666600">“You asked me if I had suffered like you had and I just explained that I had. That I understand your pain  and anger. I’m not looking for sympathy Ibara, I’m not so delusional that I’d think I would find it here.”</span>He stood next to her as he listened and nodded.<span style="color: #666600">“I will be honest, that I can’t understand. If I had the choice I’d throw my mother down a well and never look back.” </span>He rolled his eyes and turned to face her.<span style="color: #666600">“Yes, I’m forcing you to live so I can cook someone three meals a day so they can yell at me or ignore me. You’ve got me all figured out. Me and my dastardly plan of... giving you warm, hearty meals so you have something to look forward to every day.”</span>He hugged her tightly but then loosened it if she wanted to pull away.<span style="color: #666600">“I’m not going to promise that you’ll never be hurt again, I won’t promise that I’ll always be here for you when you need me. I can’t even promise that I won’t hurt you at some point in the future. But what I can promise is that I care about you and only want to see you happy. Happy alive or at peace in death.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>