"Oh!" She can't help but feel a little chastised, looking away.

A man, tall and broad is looking down on her. She has a doll in her hands. And she's asked him something--something sincere and genuine, and she's never been afraid of the answer to a question before. She feels so small around him--he's big and bald and his eyes are spirals. And his voice is so cold. "You don't need to know."

She shivers. And the feeling is so similar. But she smiles at Ankh as brightly as she can. She didn't know she could smile when she felt like this. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."