She reads it and nods. "Ah ... Well, sometimes it prevents to much pain. I'm not going to say you're lucky nor am I going to say that I wish I was in your shoes. But I will say, I feel I may be able to relate just a bit."

,, My mother was nice, though. ,, She smiles sadly, and writes, ,, You remind me a lot of her, but I still miss her when Im away from her. ,,

She nods, biting her lower lip. "I ... " She couldn't relate to really missing her mother, she often felt that as long as she wasn't coming home to the other three that her mother would no longer hurt or fear. No longer hurt for Trisha or fear her eldest girl and her job. But it still hurt her to believe that things where better for her family ... without her there to protect them. "I see." She gave a gentle squeeze to Rhia's little shoulders.

She smiles up at her, and writes, ,, My mother is a very good person. You are too. Im glad youre like her. ,,

"Heh...look. I'm not a nice person, trust me. I did fights for a living, and I ... I've killed so many. Trust me if you can, I'm not a nice person." She said, shaking her head. "But I don't doubt your mother is a good person, I can't if she has such a sweet daughter as you."

She laughs softly, and writes. ,, Youve got it all wrong. My mother is also a fighter. Not quite in the same way you are, but its still part of her life. Shes killed a fair amount, and honestly as long as its got a good reason I dont care about murder. ,,

Trisha seems just a little shocked, but still didn't seem sure about being called a good person. "Maybe I have weird mal intentions, maybe I'm ... not what I seem." she said, as if she actually was trying to find a way that she was a bad person. She wasn't inside, not one bit, but she believed she was a bad person for sure. She thought herself a killer because she'd killed non stop just to get food on the table for their little family.

,, If you were a bad person, you would be insisting you are good. The same goes for good people- you are too good to admit that you are good. ,,

"B-but I'm not good, that's the thing! I'm messed up, twisted! I like to spill blood, I.. I'm nothing like my father, I continued alley fights for two reasons. One, I got payed well by the gangs. Two, I enjoyed it. See? I'm bad, no good person likes to spill blood." She kept insisting she wasn't good.

She simply puts her hand on Trishas and stares up at her calmly.