She patted her chest again. ‘Because I saw a person, Sineas. A human being. A human being the animals in this society neglected for reasons that lie outside my personal principles. You're right; I paid attention to you out of pity…at first. Pity that no one was willing to give you a try. To try to look deeper than what their eyes and perceptions permitted them to see. And when I gave you that chance…when I gave you that try, I never regretted it. You’re very smart, you’re thoughtful and you at least have an idea of what a sense of humour is. So, yes, Sin, I never regretted giving you that chance. I never did. Despite the insults, the rejection, the humiliation and the warnings I tried my best to soldier on and be there for you. I never regretted the first day I met you, I never regretted having your back when everyone else tried to break it and I never regretted what happened at the park. Yes, Sin. I never regretted any of it…until now.’
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