Daisy had always had a way of not hearing the bite that the words of others often had for her. That part of her that always wanted to believe in the best of people often gave them the benefit of the doubt, at least in her mind, even when they were mocking her. There was no other way that she could have remained with Joseph as long as she had, suffering through both good and bad mood alike. Without the sway that Daniel held over her mind, it was likely that Daisy would have still taken the comment as a good humored joke. Besides, it was hardly the worst thing that had ever been said to her. "I suppose you could say that," she said with a giggle. Though it wasn't poor her; most of the stealing she did was because neither she nor Joseph could keep a regular 8-5 job. She was intentionally ignoring the fact, much as she always did, that their lifestyle gave her a thrill that she had become addicted to. The simple life wouldn't cut it for Daisy, not anymore -- not that it ever really did. "This is the first time that I've ever tried stealing from a church." Her voice became a touch more serious as she made another effort to convince Daniel that this wasn't something that she made a habit of doing. "And for what it's worth, I felt bad about doing it." She wasn't really sure that she could ever apologize enough to him.
There was a voice somewhere in her head that was screaming out against what was happening. It was raging against her for not running when she had the chance and desperately rebuked everything that Daniel had to say, or implied, about Joseph. This was the same voice that whispered in her ear that her boyfriend loved her, even when he couldn't always show it, and reassured her that even when things were at their worse, there was nothing that she couldn't get through as long as she had Joseph. But that voice had been pushed back into the farthest reaches of her mind. No, it was more than that -- it had been shoved in a box and locked away. In her heart, Daisy didn't earnestly believe that she was that good -- she wasn't evil by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't "good" -- not so much so that she deserved better than Joseph, and even if she did, she wouldn't want anyone else. However, this wasn't the truth that she was seeing now. Daisy hadn't noticed that her head had slowly started to nod in agreement with every word that Daniel spoke. "I do want to be a good person." With every fiber of her being, she desperately wanted to be a good person. Her head tilted into the hand at her cheek, searching for comfort. Daniel was a good man, he could show her. Did that mean he was the right man? There seemed to be no other answer but yes. "You could show me how to be a good person, right?" Daisy tightened her hands around Daniel's, her voice perking up with enthusiasm. "You know what's right and what's wrong. You could tell me what to do." Her eyes were pleading. She didn't know what she would do if he told her that he wouldn't -- couldn't -- help her. "Please... help me."