[ I smell another talk in the future about this, tbh.

There's a hitch in her throat - like her voice was ready to go before she could even formulate a sentence, but something stopped her. ]

Don't. [ Elizabeth says, softer than the assertiveness she had moments ago. ] I've had enough from your father. I get it. You're both — you both have a right to be angry with me.

[ But they don't get it, she thinks. Elizabeth tries to understand that her and Jade were similar in what they were experiencing but what if the scar was the next step for Jade? A mark, a wound — she didn't need to bring that fear to her. ]

If anything occurs again... I won't keep this to myself. The cold shoulders and disappointment are the last thing any of us needs.