[Krem falters, and looks over at Cole. The words cut through him- he had regrets, he did. For all he had done, Krem knew that he couldn't be the girl they wanted him to be.
He was always torn between loyalty and being true to himself, and that meant that he couldn't be the daughter they thought they had.
He had condemned his family to slavery to be true to himself.
Krem has regrets, and he drinks to forget them. He drinks to forget standing next to his father, pretending to shave with a small piece of wood, knowing that he would be a son that could make his father and mother proud.]
Something your father said, Cole?
[He's a little unnerved, but he tries to play it off.]
you're fine!
He was always torn between loyalty and being true to himself, and that meant that he couldn't be the daughter they thought they had.
He had condemned his family to slavery to be true to himself.
Krem has regrets, and he drinks to forget them. He drinks to forget standing next to his father, pretending to shave with a small piece of wood, knowing that he would be a son that could make his father and mother proud.]
Something your father said, Cole?
[He's a little unnerved, but he tries to play it off.]