"I will not sire my own Kindreds because I... have father." the blonde thought. Don Quixote was the only person she truly needed.

It was so many years ago, but the day is still fresh in her head. You, a young child had no one, only the pain and loneliness filling the void, a fullness that gave way to anger. That you took out on yourself. Laying on your back with the light leaving your eyes, it was only then had fortune come to you.

"Why? Because I've only known… these chains… that bind me to this pain…" When Sancho stumbled upon your dying eyes, seeing you in a cold and faithless state, reminded her of herself a time ago. Rotting, abandoned, another lost puppy, no one to claim it. Abandoned like her.

"… So... I set myself free. I will go a nameless statistic... But I will be free." As your life force slowly faded, you can't remember anything after other than a red liquid that wasn't your own dripping into your mouth. The bitter taste of the contract filled your senses as your eyes were closing into an eternal slumber. Until...

That was over 50 years ago.

Sancho sat with the you - her child, on the steps of the manor. Don Quixote was busy dueling with Bari, and the others were... doing whatever. Today was particularly cold and it showed by the snow that surrounded them. Sancho did her best to put on a calm demeanor, but the cold was really getting to her. Despite this, the two sat in silence, neither of them really knowing what to say.