She wanted to rip off that smile that so easily found its way to his face again. It was as if he didn’t listen to what she said. Or perhaps he simply didn’t care. She could somewhat understand that, but that did not make it any better. In order to make herself feel better she had to wound others, but it did not affect the strange, stoned uncle. Would he have reacted differently if his brain had been unaffected by the large amounts of weed? Why did he insist on smoking stuff that made him act silly? Ears moved toward her skull as she thought about the miserable Halloween party where everyone seemed to be stoned or drunk or both. It had been disgusting to watch. She had not been able to recognize Kaena that evening and was secretly glad that Gabriel had entered the scene before she had been pushed to do anything stupid by group pressure.
She did not want her uncle to be happy. His words felt judgemental to her. What did he know about happiness? Her hackles flared for a moment, especially since his words rang so true in her ears. She had been happy in the past before the crimson eyed uncle had ruined her life. She could judge people as she pleased and did not need any fucking stoners to claim that it meant she was not happy. His next words were weird and she did not even bother to figure out exactly what he meant. She had once been beautiful, but Samael had taken everything away from her. She was a withered flower now and she was bitter beyond anything because she knew exactly how lovely she had been. Skin deep beauty was all she had, and though her appearance was no less stunning than it had been, she could no longer appreciate it. "Okay.." she muttered uncomfortably, looking away from her uncle's smoke.