How coincidental.

"It's not that hard to understand..." she said quietly. It was harder to get rid of, though, and even though she was at a normal weight because of him, it most likely wouldn't last for long. She still wasn't going to eat. If she was never good enough, she could at least be pretty, and being bone-thin was the only way she knew how to raise her confidence and self-esteem. "But with your level of intelligence, I guess I could understand how it's difficult to grasp."

Not to mention the fact that he would never have to go through this.

"I was not trained in women as much as anything else. I was tought that they should be killed no diffrently then a man."

Alexiel just stared at him. "I never said anything about us being killed differently," she said. "And I was taught the same way, so you'd best just keep quiet."

".... or you might be in more pain then you think."

She narrowed her eyes, fists clenching. "Oh? And what kind of pain would THAT be?"

Emotions were confusing and they sucked. She hated him, she liked him, but she hated him just a little bit more. Actually, she wasn't sure.

She needed to get out of this place for a while, though; that was for sure.

Alexiel just stared at him. That was heartless, and her eyes almost filled with tears. They didn't, though; she wouldn't allow it to happen... crying was weak. And yet she did it almost all the time when no one was looking...

"Do whatever," she said quietly. "I have no problem with starving myself, with over working myself until I almost faint. Done it my whole life and I can do it for the rest of it, however short it might be."

She pulled her knees up to her chest and just looked away, sniffling. She was not going to be seen like this, not in an almost crying state. She was Alexiel, she was emotionless, she shouldn't be acting like this!

But if there was anything that tore her apart, it was the thought of not being able to do just the one thing that made her happy. Starving herself, seeing her bones; it made her feel like she was worth something and actually even slightly pretty.

She needed to be alone. She had to have a little cry, and maybe throw up. Alexiel got up, making sure that her silver hair hid her face. He had definitely taken a step too far; he had definitely crossed the line.

Alexiel walked into the bedroom, walked into the corner, sat down, and curled into a ball. Catherine looked at her, surprised when she saw the older female's shoulders trembling. She was even more surprised when she heard a small whimper.

The little girl wanted to go comfort her, but she decided it would be best to leave her alone for now. Catherine got up and walked to where Jira was. "Why is Alex so upset?" she asked in a quiet, but concerned, tone of voice.

Catherine frowned. "What did you say to her? What did you fight about?" she asked. She wouldn't make him apologize, but if something really bad happened to Alexiel because of this, she would feel really upset.

Alexiel curled into a tighter ball. She was beginning to feel pretty worthless right now... and not being able to feel her bones only made her feel worse. She would have to fix that later; it probably wouldn't take much. But if Jira made her over-weight so she couldn't loose the pounds as fast... then she would just be distraught.

Actually, the thought of it just made her distraught. And she did not like it.