"Bella…. I didn't mean it like that." My mother seemed to think she had caused me to think of painful memories. I smiled and took her hand, and rubbed it against my cheek.
"I know. I was just saying. If not for my skills, I could never make such good use out of my new abilities. If I did not have these skills, I might not be able to keep going like I am. I would end up as a tool to those with greater powers than our own. Mother, if I truly turn into a demon one day, would you still love me? If I were, let's say, kill many people in order to gain power just so I can kill the bastards who wish to use me as a tool?" I asked this question out of nowhere, but when I looked up at my mother, instead of seeing a shocked face, she was still warmly smiling at me.
