"He only took you in because he felt sorry for you."
“–SHUT UP!”
The aggressive shout had come from the small girl, her blue hair ruffled, the dress she had worn torn at the hem, dirty and soiled, splattered with mud and coated with little blades of grass stuck in the stitching. She was shaking, her little chest heaving, worn out and exhausted from their brief tussle, angered and frustrated as he stood so proud, so strong, before her.
“Y-You just shut up! Shut up! Just–!”
A pained cry, and she stamped her bare feet against the stone and grass that they stood upon, that they had rolled around and fought upon the mountain pass. She sniffled, tears welling up and beginning to drip down her face, down her soft, chubby cheeks, mixing with the grim on her face when she was shoved into the mud.
Pathetically she gave a sob, her thin shoulders shaking, and the girl trembled again, shaking her head.
“N-No! You’re lying! Why would you say that!? The master loves me!”
She stumbled towards him suddenly, shoving her dirty hands forcefully against his chest, pushing him hard into the pond. A hiccup, and she kicked the water at him after a moment. “I hate you!” she shrieked, her crocodile tears dripping down her face.
