““They've always been that way. Jealous, secretive, stubborn. To me, on the other hand, ever since S appeared, the three of them had become only more attractive.
Compared to my three sisters, I don't really have much drive, or a sense of self for that matter. I've always had this mental complex. I've never once understood what I want, or what's right. For example, I've never been in love. I've only ever dated guys who have asked me out first. My individuality, my sense of being, they've all been stolen away from me -- my three sisters' personalities have robbed me of them all.
Is what I've been doing really so sinful? Is it wrong to want to be like silk, to want to be dyed the colors of my sisters? Hey, Mom, do women exist to be dyed the color of men? To be dyed by someone else -- is that only allowed during the act of making love? I wonder whether I'm a bad daughter.
I'll be sucked dry by my sisters. They'll caress my body, my heart, until my very existence turns into nothing. When my sisters die, I'll probably end up disappearing. Not dying -- disappearing. There would be no pain. It wouldn't bother me at all to just turn invisible and fade away.”
