You know, you’re a real piece of work. You bully me, pretend to be sorry—and don’t even try to deny it; if you weren't faking, you wouldn't have used Nio afterward. You were pretending. You used him just to show off in front of those other girls, bragging about getting to sleep with the popular pretty boy.
Then come the consequences: you get pregnant. You could have said you weren't ready, and maybe Nio would have understood, but you didn't love him. So what do you do when Aaravos poofs them away? You cry to the council to get him in trouble. Then Aaravos offers them a surrogate, and suddenly you want your kids?
No—you only want them because they aren’t yours anymore. In your own words, they’re going to be 'raised by nobodies.' All you care about is what others think of you—the praise, the admiration, the compliments. You don’t care. You never cared. Honestly, if it were up to me, you’d be long exiled by now
