As a general rule there was very little that could phase Bianca that were not her own blood or religion or people shoving something down her throat. And she had known that her blood mother had died giving birth to her. It had never been something to concern herself over because it was a thing of a past that had very little to do with her. She would never know the mother or the family so why should she care? Keeping to that train of thought had been much easier when there was not an aunt in the equation flashing pictures and information that she could have gotten through the rest of her life without knowing. Especially if it was as short as Nic had claimed it would be. Longer than her mother's had been. She did not need to be a genius to put two and two together for the answer of four. "So I killed her," Bianca stated simply. Someone with the build of a twig who had not even wanted a kid was not going to make it through that. "And that's why I was taken to the Syme's." Who had been good to her. Other than the church.
"Yeah, well, they don't really have people over who aren't like them." Truth. Bianca had never invited her very few friends home because the last thing she wanted was for them to see what her family was like. "Every Sunday. My favorite story is when I had to start my confessions and take my first communion." Her face crinkled up with disgust at the memory, her stomach protesting the negative thoughts that were pulsating out. "Throw up in a church a couple of times and people start saying that you're possessed or something. Not really great for a kid to go through but it's a good thing I didn't care." Because people had never mattered to her. Especially not those people. But look; she doesn't go to church. She doesn't like the idea of church. So it's not just a me thing. It's just... in the blood. Again, her stomach twisted.