It's ok to just admit that you're jealous of me,

Imagine you become friends with another girl very young. She's beautiful oh my god so adorable. She's funny. She looks at you like you're the only person in the world. She holds your hand as you pray. She searches the rocks at the beach for objects. She makes up stories about them. She has nightmares. She links your pinkies as you walk. She looks back at you and smiles even at the risk of being hit by the aunts.

One day when you're dancing, and she brushed her thumb against your arm, and you realize you're utterly, madly in love with her.

Your dad hurt her. You kill him.

She took off the robe, showing Agnes the proof of her devotion. She said "He cant hurt you anymore." searching for her approval. Then she stripped, completely bare and vulnerable before Agnes, important detail in a society so afraid of the "power" of the female body. Then Agnes bathes her, similar to a baptism. Becka says something like "I committed divine justice... and for you" as if Agnes is more important than the lord she has been told to revere. "I would do anything for you, Agnes."