What the hell is wrong with this woman?! What kind of person can care so little about the lives of others to the point they’d happily let them die? What kind of parents intentionally raise their child to be like that? It’s utterly appalling.
“Do you really want me to answer that?” She sighs as she puts her toast down.
“I think I already know the answer. So why did you bother helping me? I’m a filthy monster, so why not let me bleed out like you would so many others? What makes me so special huh?” I question, my words getting angrier by the second.
Her brows dip into a frown as she purses her lips, “I don’t know,” she mumbles. So I’m right to assume she’s just reacting to the influences of the bond. She’s acting without thought, doing things she normally wouldn’t, but if she wasn’t under
