The Handler

You and your mother, The Handler, we're arguing about the feelings that you have for Five Hargreeves and how they weren't valuable and incoherent. Then
after about 15 minutes of arguing with her, you had enough.

You: I love him!

Handler: You are 17 years old, you know nothing about love
You: oh and you do?!..

she looks at you disappointed and a little suprised that you are standing your ground.

You: You don't look at Daddy the way i look at Five! You don't touch or laugh or play! You don't know anything about love!

You and your mother, The Handler, we're arguing about the feelings that you have for Five Hargreeves and how they weren't valuable and incoherent. Then
after about 15 minutes of arguing with her, you had enough.

You: I love him!

Handler: You are 17 years old, you know nothing about love
You: oh and you do?!..

she looks at you disappointed and a little suprised that you are standing your ground.

You: You don't look at Daddy the way i look at Five! You don't touch or laugh or play! You don't know anything about love!