Her head tilted to the side and let dark auburn locks fall softly into her face. What was beautiful to her? Teeth grinded together as she considered his question. Eyes closed and she silently admitted that there was little beauty in her life. She seemed unable to appreciate the positive aspects of her life anymore. What was left was only that tight ball of hurt and despair brought to her by her uncle’s groping hands and thrusting body. If the hybrid woman had known the art of drowning her pain in drugs and alcohol she would have been far down on that road already. Her strict distance to those substances was what had saved her, for she had not yet experienced their effectiveness. She had watched it twist and alter her loved ones’ faces, and the sight had disgusted her.
The girl was surprised to hear that Razekiel did not live a very happy life. Every time she saw him he was all smiles and tranquillity. Was that not happiness? Was the sunshine on his face faked? She hesitated, but decided to attempt to answer the question that he had brought her that was still unanswered. ”Nothing is beautiful anymore,” she mumbled as she looked away from his figure. There was a soft relief left when the words died, but the temporary release Mew Sadira had brought the girl had died with the sound of the gunshot. She was still carrying around on that nasty little secret. She blamed Samael for everything now—wished she could let it out in the open and fall into an embrace of love. She wished she could give into that desire, but it was not possible. ”I thought your life was happy,” she commented dully, looking back at the stoned canine. Things were so rarely what they seemed to be.