Character: Amara (Dark)

Once, long ago, you sealed me... Now, in a sense, I do the same with you. You're trapped. Humiliated. Rejected.

- A couple of years ago my husband died, and the son eternally gives brochure advertising nursing homes, where they put old people wait to die out of sight.
And you hate him.
- Well, a little. Sometimes. But, you know, family. Even when you hate me, you still love them.