Continued

I have to be warrior.

I try to resist his false smile.

I know I have to learn to control my emotions.

Whenever I hear his name or the name of his slave, I feel a sense of anguish, anger and disappointment.

You are losing the best laughs, the jokes without grace, but you wanted so.

I thought you were someone else.

But I think it is worse than a child and a doll futile.