"You remind me of the Black Rose, Maline: robed in black, but blood red on the inside. You’re quiet and somber, and enjoy the same, but your core is the very stuff of life. And every once in a while, if someone peels you back, whether in love or animosity, the fire inside you spills out, almost uncontrollably. That’s what made you hit your cousin. That’s what made you come here. And that’s why your father loves you. And if he loves you, he’ll come back.”
- Abel
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