[small]...I'd wish you'd stop saying things like that.[/small]

[For once, Gwen looks Sielje dead in the eyes.]


Not the things...about us. That hurts, but...it's not like I can make you love me.

But when you say that I'm my own person, or that you don't know me well...that means that all my memories, my habits, my affectations-they don't count for anything. That I'm just some...doll, that started moving around-no family, no friends, no history...


-I'm sorry, I shouldn't be putting this on you. Just...I'm not a stranger, okay? Please don't call me one...