Sonya: It's all right. But I wanted to share something with you. I also grew up in a priory, although it was my father who abandoned me.
Genny: Is that true?
Sonya: Yes. And if I met a man who reminded me of him, I'd likely kick his face in. Fortunately, you don't come across those types too often. Anyway, my point is that you don't have to hold back with me. You're free to hate my guts as much as you like, because I understand.
Genny: No! A-actually, I, um... I feel a little more comfortable after hearing what you said.
Sonya: Oh? That was quick. Well in that case, I suppose we can be bitter together.