"I think I did it too much."
"Is there a problem, Raphael?"
"Hm? No, Mother. I am just thinking about something."
I pondered that early in the morning as I was submerging my body in the lukewarm water of our bathhouse, washing bodies with Mom and Mother.
For the matter that I had been mulling over, I just realized that I overdid the intensity of my revolt over Sister. It had been a month since I started sending Sister weekly footage of me having nights with Mary.
Before I realized it, I had been hurting her too much, and she probably felt great resentment toward me. I had been thinking solely of myself and had completely forgotten about her well being.
She had not been feeling well since then but was trying her best not to show it to others. I knew Sister was a strong person, but my deeds had been gradually tearing her apart.
