Indeed, I do, care only for myself and those who are mine. Luckily all of mine are dead and I am freed from such a burden.

[ She could not possibly have said that with any more bitterness. Wouldn't it be nice, if the deaths had left her buoyant and free? No. Instead she wears them like chains. She has a lock of her sister's hair set into a brooch on her chest, and it sits there as though it is made of lead. ]

What is your name.