"One bad person? ONE?! I could lose count counting how many people take advantage of the nice! Selfish self absorbed ignoramuses who make you do everything to keep an expensive apartment they almost never visit! Or horrid vain girls who make you carry them until you break your ankle and then refuse to do the job they are there for! Gentlemanly lying smiling jerks who offer to help you only because they know it'll get you in trouble, and change your marks so you don't get what you earned! Mothers who hate their own children.... Fathers who..." she stopped mid rant, blinking.

All the darkness and spirits had been undulating as she raged. But at this last, they froze. Something seemed to enter her, small and ephemeral.

"Okay, fine. he made me cook all that food, and then shoved in in a bag and called it trash, but he did eat it after," her voice and stance shifted, voice sounded younger and closer to male. Hrr stance was now a little unsure, rather than full of rage. "And he did make me act out the Kuon boy, but...." she stood a little taller as she spoke. "That was to teach me a lesson, even if he did keep flicking my forehead, and I guess I kind of did have fun." the darkness and grudges faded as she spoke, then vanished. "And he was really cool when he visited the Dark Moon studio. And he... he said I could still call him father, even after..." her eyes were shinning a bit. then she grinned, an expression at odds with her previous rage or her la la fantasy world from before. "Really, my father is the coolest, isn't he?" she ashed, eyes shining.

Then she blinked. Blinked. blinked a few more times. Then smacked herself upside the head, and the small whipsy thing floated out of her mouth and she deflated, looking more her base normal self, though a little tired and drained.

"Sorry..." she muttered. Sadly, she meant about the excitement and happiness, and not the rage.