[There is a long pause, Aranea's quill moving away from the page so it doesn't drip ink every where. Aranea feels cold. The world is quiet and she feels cold. She never had the most idealic view of her father, though she always tried to believe it was his other commitments that made him leave, and really, had he stayed Vriska wouldn't exist. But it's cold and it hurts.
wow you've broken her heart syb
But finally.]
I have to go Professor. Thank you for your time.