[She sees the hurt in Caitlyn's eyes and smiles. It's so familiar, watching them tear away at the insecure one, the one with principles and standards, the one who doesn't deserve it. All while piling more and more on Aelwyn's plate.

She laughs, and it's a viciously polite laugh, behind the palm of her hand. It's not funny, though. The loneliness doesn't go away.]

Which one? There's nothing underneath them, darling. [She cocks her head.] This scene is all there is.

I could be anything under this mask and they'll still choose me. That's how parents are.

[Caitlyn's mother doesn't acknowledge what Aelwyn's just said, and instead sighs and looks at Caitlyn with the look of someone who is so tired of being angry and disappointed.]

Well, I think supper has been quite ruined. [She sets her knife and fork down and begins to stand up. Her husband sighs and does the same wordlessly.

Aelwyn remains, her eyes never leaving Caitlyn.]

Are you angry, kitten?