"You mean, forever damaging my curse by tearing it apart?" she asked back, and I could see the sparks of anger in her eyes.
Like I had said, we have grown up in a completely different environment, under completely different psychological conditions.
For us, constitutions are a blessing of the world that very few have, but for them, it is a curse that will kill them in a most horrific way before they are even thirty.
"It may feel like a curse to you, but it is a blessing, a great blessing in you and your brother's condition," I said, and I could feel her eyes getting a little sharper when I mentioned her brother, but next women she calmed her emotions.
"Whether it was blessing or curse, it did not matter anymore; I have destroyed it beyond repairs," she replied with a mirthless laugh.
Tap!
"Not exactly," I said to that and tapped my finger on the table. Just as I did, a huge change of expression appeared on her face.
