V. Ada Vessalius
Through it is unavoidable that the Nightray House and the Vessalius House would need to associate with each other (particularly with our placement at Pandora), Father always had a tumultuous relationship with that family. We dance a game of public social appearances and personal disdain, which was how I ended up at the funeral services for Lady Vessalius to represent the family and not my parents. That was the only occasion I had caught a glimpse of baby Ada, barely two years old and suffering from a pain that no child should undergo. She and her brother, Oz Vessalius, were obligated to stand by the casket, and she kept tugging her brother's hand, asking where they were taking their mother, and her tiny voice kept getting more and more panicked as the service continued. Her uncle eventually had to carry her away from the church grounds as she started to scream (Oz, the brave boy, hadn't even shed a tear, I noticed).
The scene was heart-wrenching to witness.