Ibara shook her head and walked back to her scale and picked up the tiny weights and started adding them slowly. "<span style="color: #b35900">i never learned how to forgive people because my mother never forgave me for being born but i found a different way... each happy memory we share goes on one side while unhappy ones go on the other."</span>she added a few of the next sized weights to the other side but the small side stayed heavier.<span style="color: #b35900">"this is a good relationship. Ras hurt me so much that this happened."</span>she placed her hand on the bad side of the scale and then slammed it down so hard the scale crashed to the floor with a clang. she snapped her finger and the scale with its weights glowed and returned to the table as though nothing had happened.<span style="color: #b35900">"seeing Ras is like a hundred knives cutting into my heart, there is no fixing it or focusing on the good memories, there were never enough."</span>she nodded and looked around the office.<span style="color: #b35900">"it is lonely in here by design, in here i can focus on my work without distractions. we will arrange for you to have a teacher to finish your education... i am sorry that nothing can be done to assure those you left behind that you are safe."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>