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Sarah listened in patient indifference, though she kept an appearance of polite interest. She had become good at wearing masks and not showing her weakness to others. When the soul has ceased to sing in one's heart, it's not that difficult to live with. It is the other people, who do not understand that this is not something that the affected can will to change. There was memory of being able to feel, but it was a faded photo in a dusty album. A captured moment of the past, no longer true. 

Therefore she let past the question of how she was doing, because she could not give Ibis an answer she would comprehend. And being pegged for more answers was the last thing the the aunt wanted. Therefore she let the girl's miserable story fill her empty cup, she tasted the emotion and for the time being was therefore able to be empathic. "That's my choice, isn't it," Sarah remarked. "Where is your brother?"