[ Nebula tilts her head just a fraction — no emotion can be conveyed in those black eyes, but the posture gives a taste of curiosity. He says me with some disdain, but for her she can't see how — Her father had made certain she knew where her value was at all times as the unfavoured child. Doing something for her that wasn't a punishment, that was out of the question. ]

I guess the change of scenery didn't work.

[ Said wryly. For a moment, she's quiet as if to describe the best way to answer: ]

No, there was no move my father made that was pointless. Everything had a purpose. I knew that well.