Teren just watched Trisha cry like a child. If they pause for just a little moment, she would most likely faint from the dizziness. Besides the bed was the disgusting vomit that she released earlier. It seemed that she had been holding herself for some time already.
"I don't understand what you mean."
"No, you understand it, you understand it!"
Trisha uncomfortably moved around her bed while complaining.
"What do you want to know about anyway?"
Teren asked, seeking this chance to make her open up. It seemed that she's no longer in her right mind. She does not even bother to keep up her usual image as she acts like a spoiled child.
"It's so unfair... everyone had been taking care of me, releasing my burden... my family became successful from taking these Spirits away from me... because of me... because of me..."
