( kromer doesnt care if everyone hears it, if it makes a scene--

she raises a hand as fast as she raises her sword, bringing it across don quixote's face with as little hesitation as she does thrusting her blade through the head of one of those heretics or their sympathizers. )

They were not my parents, ( she hisses, secondly grabbing a strap of don's dress to jerk her closer. ) The people who raised me up, who understood me, who did their best to guide me down the path I was meant to walk, that I wanted to follow whole-heartedly--Guido, the Hammers--they were my family, you vile little beast.