"The despair of knowing you can die at any time," Malacai answered.
"NO! The jealousy, the jealousy of seeing all these people who can move their bodies but still have the gall to complain about their lives.
The gall of saying my life is better than theirs.
How dare they come here and tell me I should be glad to be alive.
Do you say that to someone living in torture?
Even though I know that's not what they mean, that is what I really feel!
None of them really cared what I wanted!
They just keep me alive and look at me for their own convenience!
Part of me is the Caeli who cares about her parents, but the other part hates them to the bone.
And now my mom just had to go out of her way and do all this…
Couldn't she just forget about me and move on!? Or even better if both of them forgot about me and let me die."
Hearing her outrage, Malacai realized Caeli was just venting.
