OhmyGod. Ezera tried her best to keep her face more on the neutral side, She was no longer a threat that might burst into tears, but she had to deal with the churning ocean of emotions inside her welling up like waves in a storm. Focusing on the street in front of her gives her the illusion that she was just deeply thinking about what he said not fighting an internal battle for control.

So his mother and father were killed on that day. This just kept getting better and better. His own response to it makes her cringe a little. "Sometimes it's not about being stronger. But the limit or stretch of our abilities." Dancer's know this. That wasn't the point. "I'm sure that your father did his best considering that he probably knew that it was the only way to protect his family." Talking about fathers' was hard for her. Her face became unreadable.