,, Everything here was made by hand. Except the TV, of course. ,,

"Thats amazing, my father was a craftsman on the side besides fighting. Come to think of it, why didn't I take that up instead?"

,, Because craftsmanship is boring. ,, She replies with a soft chuckle.

She shrugged. "Yeah, guess your right. He didn't do it very often, but he did enough to where he made his own handle of his dagger. ... Which I got taken when I came to Furnace." She sighed, clearly frustrated still from losing the close object of her fathers.

,, Im sorry about your father. ,, She gently puts one hand on Trishas. Like everything else in the dream, its shockingly real. ,, He sounded like a good person. ,,

She gives a soft but sad smile. "He was, he taught me almost everything I know. Well, actually he did teach me everything I know." She laughed softly in a sad way, remembering her fathers soft smile. She knew her brother and sister barely remembered their father, but Trisha had been the closest to the man. It had hurt her the most to lose him.

,, I lost both my parents. ,, She sympathizes. ,, It almost broke me- but you cant let grief break you down. If you remain in grief too long, you wont be able to enjoy your time with the people who are still around. ,,

SHe nodded. She understood, but wished that she had before. She'd grown far from her siblings and mother when she'd begun fighting, when she'd begun being the one to bring food to the table to make sure the littles could enjoy their mother unlike how they'd lost their father. Even if they barely remembered him.

,, Hardship is a part of life. ,, She continues. ,, Its okay to grieve, but its not okay to let it control you. Youre too strong for that. ,,

"But sometimes its hard to push through with the grief, I've resorted to a lot of things, I'll confess. Drinking and more."