[color=f49ac2][i]My boyfriend is? Perhaps Ethan is, he can be a bit rough.[/i][/color] Glancing to her wrist as she touched the small finger bruises that had developed, a part of her had a feeling that this had happened before. [color=f49ac2][i]He isn’t my boyfriend anymore, maybe I dodged a bullet on that one.[/i][/color] It was strange how she felt, a part of her didn’t understand it fully as she was still piecing her memories and thoughts together. It was nice however to be in a familiar setting, she was remembering more each day so hopefully she would feel somewhat normal again in a couple of days. 

[color=f49ac2]“I was there to kill you; I was sent to assassinate your family.”[/color] She could see the distrust in his eyes, and she didn’t blame him one bit, especially after what had happened. [color=f49ac2]“Had I not smacked my head against that rock and lost who I was we may have met in different circumstances, me being executed for treason.”[/color] She knew she would not have gotten anywhere near to kill him, not with the security they had and deep down in her heart she knew she wouldn’t be able to kill anyone. Iris could have lied; said she was there under different circumstances but what else could happen? She had broken their trust, their relationship and being honest was the best way to go. She had nothing else to lose. 

[color=f49ac2]“But… you have to understand, that’s how I was raised. I was raised to believe that your family did not care about us. That the people who lived outside of the Capital were dirt, just as you have been raised to believe that we are terrible people… well there are some who are terrible I guess.”[/color] Rambling slightly as she shook her head, [color=f49ac2]“You get my point there, we have both been raised differently to believe different things. We have both witnessed different things and been exposed to different things. I’m by no means justifying my actions.”[/color] 

Sighing to herself she knew something she had remembered whilst she couldn’t sleep last night, the full truth about her mother. The photo of her mother than was on her bedside table had triggered it. [color=f49ac2]“I told you the rebellion had something to do with my mother’s death, right? Well we don’t get much access to food here or medicine, sometimes even water and she always spent her life trying to help others. She’d take care of the sick, the injured but sadly she had gotten ill herself. Cancer. Something the Capital could have cured, could have helped with. My father begged, pleaded to arrange a way to pay, but well. She’s no longer with us.”[/color]

Looking away as she pushed herself up onto her feet she glanced back at Cas, [color=f49ac2]“And no I’m not saying this for sympathy, nor to make you feel bad for me. I’m saying this so you understand how differently our lives compared. She was the reason it sparked a rebellion, the people loved her here and it broke my father who had worked hard to provide for the family. It caused the rebellion my father leading it. He… has never been the same.”[/color] 

“IRIS, [b]WHAT THE HELL[/b] ARE YOU PLAYING AT. DISCUSSING THINGS WITH HIM.” A booming voice roared as the door to the basement slammed open. “I am so disappointed with you. Showing him kindness. He would not have showed you the same [b]kindness [/b]in return.” Spitting his words as he looked between his daughter and the Prince in the cell. Storming down into the basement he glared at his daughter, an empty bottle of beer in his hand as you could see the rage in his eyes. It was clear this man was broken, angry and somewhat drunk.