<<Your… d-daughter… your boyfriend...>>. Mary was shocked and a bit traumatised about the Sun's past. She wanted to touch that tattoo, all what remained about her "family": <<I-I wanted to know them...>>. She sighed, looking at Sun maintaining her hand in the direction of that tattoo <<I'm very sorry… so much...>>. The cup of Mary was empty like the Sun's one. <<...I can't imagine the tragedy of death for a little child...>>.
