"Wrath! Devil! Wrath! Devil!" The chanting continued while we stood with our hands raised toward the sky.
"How does it make you feel?" I asked, knowing that she likely never experienced anything like this ever before.
Iris remained silent for a bit, but then managed to gather her thoughts, "I thought I would hate being the center of attention, but it's not so bad… It feels strange. I can't describe it very well."
I smiled at the words of this poor, tortured soul. "Good. I'm happy that you get to experience new things."
"Should we bow? I once saw a theatre play while I was in the army and the performers bowed at the end." She asked very innocently.
Her currently displayed adorable antics pained my heart in a way. In this moment, it was so damn clear to me just how much loss this woman had gone through. She might be a ~27 years old adult in body, but her mind was robbed of many opportunities to develop due to her extreme failure of a father.
