"Child, if you want to stay alive, you listen to me. Because we both know that the next time your father gets his hands on you, he will not just poison you to sleep."
Calixto scoffed at his aunt. "Do you think I don't know that?"
He picked up his coffee mug once again and brought it to his lips. To the other patrons of the cafe, the two of them were just two people that had a close relationship with each other which they could not help glancing at because they were pleasant to the eyes.
"If you try to put down your self-imposed morality, it is easy for you to build an army to beat your father and—"
"Stop! I don't want to listen to it. How could you think of it when we…are cursed."
"We are not! We happened to be different but we are not cursed. There are many talks that our kind is meant to thrive because what makes us different from the others is a slight change in our blood."
