Ten Things I Hate About Train
Eve can't stand Train.
1. Sven always relies on him. It's like I'm useless; a spare tire or something.
2. He always takes the last of everything. He doesn't even consider other people's feelings.
3. He calls me Princess. It makes me feel weak and frail.
4. He's too cheerful! I can't stand being around someone so happy!
5. He has a stupid laugh.
6. He causes grief for everyone.
8. He's inconsiderate.
9. Henever takes things seriously.
10. How can someone so stupid and clumsy have perfect aim?
"Eve, what's this?"
Eve looked up at Sven. He had a frown on his face.
"Ten things I hate about Train?"
Eve felt like a badger was gnawing at her stomach. She bowed her head in shame.
"What do you mean I always rely on Train? You feel weak when you're called Princess? Inconsiderate? Eve…"
"Well it's true."
"No, Eve. It isn't. Train's a great guy. Yeah, he's cheerful, his laugh is, admittedly, stupid and he does cause trouble. But where did you get the idea that he's clumsy? He isn't stupid, he just enjoys acting it. You have to keep in mind that he was an assassin at one point."
Eve bit her lip. She didn't like being scolded like this. Especially being scolded by Sven; she could feel the tears swelling in her eyes.
"Look, Train has done a lot for you. Repaying him like this isn't going to do you a lot of good and Train's gone through some pretty bad stuff when he was your age. If you want to ask him about it, then do so, but…just get rid of this, alright?"
Eve nodded. Before she tore the page out, she added number ten:
I hate him because I love him.
"Okay, time for a new list," Eve said, taking the list and taking it to the fire place to be burned by orange embers. "Ten things I love about Train…1. He's always been there for me…"
