Uncle had procured some sedative herbal wine, and the power of the medicine combined with the alcohol finally began to calm Vanna's somewhat restless mind. She opened the door to the balcony, stood there with the wind blowing, and gazed in the direction of the distant cathedral.
Dante Wayne's voice came from behind her, "Every time you come back to stay, you have nightmares, and they always revolve around things from your childhood."
"...As a Judge, I shouldn't display such weakness," Vanna said in a low voice. She was a full head taller than her uncle, but in front of this elder who had raised her single-handedly, she never minded revealing her true feelings, "It troubles me greatly."
"...Have you talked to Heidi about it?"
"She recommended four types of neurosurgery and two types of neural puncture therapies to me," Vanna sighed, "Considering our years of friendship, I refrained from lashing out."
