"Oh, I'm sure we'll get out of it...but I've long since learned not to leave things unsaid." Ivy said softly, smiling sadly at Milia and hugging her back. "See, we're usually raised by those farther along in training than us. It's...very, very difficult to break the conditioning they use. It never quite took with me, not the 'servitude' part, at least. They wanted me somewhat rebellious...see, I was a model they created for masochism...and somehow the rebelliousness was much stronger than they must have realized."<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment, Ivy tilted her head, then shook it, closing her eyes. "That wasn't the case for those who raised me. Every year, the person changed. And I would never see whoever it was again. I knew, as I grew closer in age to each of them, that they were being sent off to their purchasers. And many times...I never said things to them. I never told them how much I cared, how much they meant to me. So I tell people now, instead of...regretting."