[voice] I have so few angry icons, sob
In your defense? Is that supposed to be a joke? If you really were sorry and wanted to make up for it, for any of it, you would have at least tried to contact me once and apologize, even if I'll never ever accept it, even if I'd spit in your face. That is what I've learned about regret -- not from you, the one who made me and was supposed to watch over me, but from my real family.
You don't get a defense. You don't deserve a second chance. And you sure as anything don't deserve to be happy. [her voice is shaking hard enough through her tears that her words might be hard to understand, if she wasn't saying them with such purpose.]