Time/Date: TC1853.01.20 – Early Morning
Location: Metropolitan Police Station, 4th Ring, Interview Room Three
"...How I was five years old when I first realized Caelia could manipulate tears to make adults come running."
Selene's voice had taken on a distant quality, like she was watching these memories from very far away. Her pale blue eyes weren't focused on Raven anymore—they were seeing something else. Someone else. A little girl who'd spent her entire childhood being conditioned.
"She was weak. Sickly. For a while, the doctors didn't think she'd survive past her first year. I don't remember a time when I wasn't being told to be gentle with her, careful around her, responsible for her." Her hands traced patterns on the metal table. "When I was old enough to walk, I was old enough to fetch things for Caelia. Toys. Water. Books. Mother would sit me down every morning and tell me: 'You're the big sister. It's your duty to protect her. To love her. To make sure she's happy.'"
