Bab 129: Chapter 129: Betrayal In Question

I sat in the room behind my throne watching my little sister play. The tiny monster, Ghola, observed with rapt attention, her bleeding hands folded in her lap. Was it just me, or did it seem as if Ghola's constantly weeping blood had eased off when she became the self-appointed guardian of my little sister? With each passing day, she appeared to morph, to alter, as though the monstrous nature she had lived with for so long changed in response to her charge. Yes, she still wept blood when she was upset, and her fingertips and toes looked raw and red. But she didn't bleed so openly anymore, and it seemed as if the terror persona that she wore had softened around the edges.