The very image of being reminded of everything that she had endured during her years as a soldier, had been coming back full-force, and Sara could already compare herself to the very man that Katherine had called “monster”. She thought back to the moment when she beat Eren Jaeger, in the middle of court. Was she no better? No. Simply put, between herself and this man, only one of them did it out of mercy. There was no implication of regret, mercy, or sentiment behind the actions that this so-called “father” had laid upon his own daughter. The lieutenant remembered that her own cousin had “beaten” her (some wounds left worse than some) numerous times, merely to close off and toughen her mindset for the military, but nothing as traumatic, described by the young woman sitting next to her. 

Having to be a woman of a few words, during the moment, a sad sigh left the white-haired female, after watching the gestures of the other. It was a being trying to escape by tearing out of their own skin; to leave behind the wounds and scars (transparent or not) of the past. The very thought left Sara with a jab in her chest, and it didn’t suite the elder, as if it was something she didn’t wish to feel, leaving her briefly confused. Besides, to see Kate cry over it, was striking at the very sentiment, that has been left underneath her traditionally-cold exterior. Not that it was a bad feeling, but it was something she hadn’t felt in a [i]long[/i] while. Closing her eyes, furrowing her brows, and turning her head away from the brunette, Sara almost felt disgusted and slightly angry, after learning about the man, who gave nothing but his child and no love. Only the mother was able to provide it. It had to be a coincidence, right? In regards to their mothers? 

[color=00aeef]“Heartless bastard...what of your mother?”[/color]

She said, under her breath, although it was purposely loud enough for Kate to hear, before making a small muffled noise that bordered between clearing one’s throat and a sound of disgust. The white-haired clenched a fist to fit with her small jolt of anger. It took Sara a moment to take it all in, before turning her head back to the younger again. With that nagging feeling of sentiment coming back to the surface, the lieutenant hesitantly reached a hand, and placed it on Katherine’s knee. She felt the need to.