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Her father leaned his head down, and she felt his breath on her ear. "Dispose of that angel, will you?" he asked, releasing her and straightening. "No.," she said instantly, but her eyes remained closed and her breath, even. "Dispose of him, or I will," he said again. Why was he being patient with her? Oh, right, he was always patient with her. She remained still, but due to his control, she could not hold back her thoughts. "Why am I your favourite?" Shit! He seemed momentarily stunned but regained his composure. "Because, unlike the others, you have the capability to understand me." her mind clicked, at that moment.

"It's because of Mother, isn't it?" his eyes widened. "Yeah, that's it." she lowered her head and gave a small smile. "It's because I was her.. no. Your last creation, even after the Nep-" his hand shot forward and surrounded her throat. "Shut up. What do you know, you weren't even a human year old." he pulled her close, and their faces were inches apart. Instead of continuing, she interrupted him. "That's it isn't it!?" Her face hardened. "I'm the last thing you created, that's why I'm special to you!? Because you can't create anything anymore!" A smile stretched across her face. "You must be really angry with me, huh!? Because your last pure creation became so horribly tainted! Because I'm not Miniel anymore!"