So that's what all of those markings are. [She was wondering if there was any meaning behind them.] I would never have guessed your horns were painted if you hadn't told me, though. I thought they were naturally red.

[Lucy just shrugs.]

Clearly my father was disgusted by my horns, so he threw me away like trash and then me and my mother had to pay the price for his actions.

[She had intended to say this in a matter-of-fact tone, but as she got further along in her sentence, she had bitterly spat out the rest of her words. This is the first time she's allowed herself to vent about her family situation. She soon catches herself.]

But in the end, my still being alive is a way to able to spite him, so I get some sick satisfaction from that.

[She becomes very quiet upon hearing of his own family's plight, gaze softening by the end of it.]

And of course they blame it on the "weirdos." ...I'm sorry.