Again, another shrug and another understanding smile. This girl, even though her intelligence was childish, seemed to have the wisdom far beyond her years. "There's been hatred, horrors and pain in all of our lives at one point or another. Some people completely give up, others insult the memories of the people that they've lost by completely ignoring their past and moving on without a second glance. We remember, we remember the pain and the joy, but we still move along with our lives. We do not drift through, but we do not lie stagnant. We get by." Softly, she scratched at her neck, pulling the woolen scarf a slight lower. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, my life in the past was a disgusting thing, yes, and there is nothing to change that. But my life now, it's immensely better, admittedly, there are a few slip ups..." She softly touched her shoulder, seemingly in recognition of something that lay beneath her clothing, and she then snapped out of her slight stupor, shaking her head. "But, I don't think I could ask for anything better. I've got a family that cares for me, I've got friends who love me. It's why I try to make lots of new friends, so they know that they don't have to lie stagnant or charge on ahead."
Her eyes slowly drifted back down to the bleached fellox. "Don't pity me for the life I lead. If I can be brutally honest, I pity you. You have no-one to love and care for you, no-one to love and care for. This man, Drex, he has hardly done anything to you." She waved her hand nonchalantly towards his injured leg, her brow now furrowing as anger began to build up in her. "And yet, you still want to fight him?" She snorted out of disgust. "People like you need to learn to let things go."