Dreiunddreißig.

[achtundsechzig]

Mother. She is... I am so pleased to see her here again.

I hate the gods. They do not understand a thing. They have no place to say anything ... like that. To me, about Mother.

No.

They do not know a thing. Rude, foolish gods.

Comments

[stingsharper]

They just don't understand how happy you are~

[achtundsechzig]

No.

They do not.

[stingsharper]

I think your mother loves you very much, or else she wouldn't be living here.

Where are you, Gio?

[achtundsechzig]

Downstairs. At home.

[herateleia]

Hating us will get you nowhere.

[achtundsechzig]

You should not speak so poorly of her.

[herateleia]

And you should find a bit of your own mind when it comes to her. You are the lesser-loved, and if you are complacent with her abuse, then so be it.

[achtundsechzig]

...I do what I must to stay within her notice. There are many who stand lesser than I.

[criedhavoc]

Tell me, child, what have they done?

[achtundsechzig]

They spoke poorly of you, Mother.

[criedhavoc]

Ah? And why?

[achtundsechzig]

They say you do not know what it means to be a Mother.

[entfesselt]

...

[achtundsechzig]

If you have nothing useful to say, go away.

1/2.

[entfesselt]

2/2.

[entfesselt]

I don't think I want to.