"Rich, poor, what's the difference? If your heart hurts then it hurts…"
Suzuki Ara propped her chin on the table with her hands, her silver eyes not leaving Homura Emi's face.
"If we're going to follow your logic, then does that mean rich people have no right to feel pain? For instance, me – I grew up getting everything I want too. Does that mean I cannot suffer?"
Emi shook her head as expected, her eyes wide. "Of course not! Miss Ara that's not what this servant meant," she apologized.
Ara waved a hand to calm her down. "I know. But I don't want you to keep suffering in silence just because you think you were already blessed enough. Look at what happened to you; you've just been taking things that are being handed down without complaining. As soon as you had enough you broke down."
The former Makura bowed her head in embarrassment.
