"What does it have to do with you? That woman is so confident, it's ridiculous. She said I couldn't keep Atlas Hallow, really..." Charlotte Miller already didn't have much fondness for Atlas Hallow, and now she disliked him even more.
What kind of people are around him?
This Violet Carter seems to be very familiar with him, childhood friends? Like Joseph Shaw?
It's really just a bunch of useless friends, none of them decent.
This Violet Carter, she looks pretty decent, but every word she says sounds like it's laced with sarcasm to show off her superiority, it's disgusting.
"So, Charlotte trying to keep a man is completely pointless." Annie Gray said slowly, her voice weak like a little animal drained of its bones.
Trying to get what you love, but that feeling is out of reach, so painful it strips away one's dignity, leaving one suffering alone in the Inferno, humbling oneself to the dust, where nothing can blossom, only dirt clings to you.
