Arnona simply nodded in agreement as she dazed off. She didn't know how she felt about this place. If anything, she would've preferred shooting herself. She still had the chance to do so, but she still had to keep her word. Not only that, but there was something about the woman right next to her that kept her from doing so. To put it bluntly, she hated Gailaneth's guts, simply because of how she looked and sound. She was...vulgar, dirty and inhuman. Deep down however, it was because she was once like that and was trying to avoid becoming the very thing she despised. It was the reason why her parents sent her to a military academy once she turned eighteen.
However, she couldn't think about it much longer as she was awaken from day dreaming yet again as the question Gailaneth asked entered her ears. She looked towards her before saying, "If I'll be honest with you, it was...err...okay, I guess. I had two parents that loved me, shelter, food, housing...and well, no long nosed creeps chasing me. It's kind of hard to describe it, it was average. Everything was fine until my thirteenth birthday, that was when I found some err, magazines underneath my mom's bed. Suffice to say, it got so bad that five years later, they sent me off to the military. Probably the best decision they ever made..."