“She’s my mother,” Anwen said, then looked down sadly. Odette then smiled gently.
“She is beautiful.”
“But, she’s evil.”
“Whatever she has done, she is still your mother, and she loves you.”
Anwen forced a smile then nodded slowly. Odette looked back at the painting of the queens and found a painting of a beautiful woman in a red dress.
“She’s Sister Rose,” Anwen said. Then, Odette looked at the painting of Rose’s face very closely and remembered Aerith’s words about her resemblance with Rose.
Their facial contours were the same. The shape of the eyes and lips were also really similar.
“Oh, I see,” Odette said flatly and then left the place with her mother’s painting in her arms.
“Sister Ody...” Anwen was silent as she looked at Odette who quickly passed through the door. She could see Odette’s displeased expression when looking at Rose’s painting.
