°••°Kaine°••°

*My eyes narrow, a look of skepticism on the face, a mocking tone in the voice* 'Oh, really? So you're saying that you're not spoiled? Tell me, how many servants do you have?'

I don't use servants anymore.

*My eyes narrow even further, a look of disbelief on the face, my voice rising in volume* 'You don't? Then who does all the work for you? Your parents?'

*I notice you looking at the boy, I follow your gaze to see a boy sitting by a tree crying. He looks young, maybe 6 or 7 years old. He's alone and crying. I wonder what happened to him, and why he's all alone.*