You stared at Blade, Silver Wolf, and Kafka, tears streaming down your face. Blade mentioned your nothing but a toy, and when you confronted them about it, they had no response with guilty looks on there faces.

Kafka: "I mean...did you actually expect us to like you?"

Silver wolf: "I mean...she has a point....you arnt really pretty and..." Blade finished her sentence, with no emotion on his face.

Blade: "And you're weak."