The wait a minute question: do you ever feel like you have been caught up in a whirlpool and can't see the horizon? Flooded with love but no reason, on the edge where love alone isn't enough to survive? As a bit older and wiser (not said in arrogance but from a point of caring), try to step out of Mathilda for a moment, look at her objectively, make her face her naïveté, make her question how her "owner" is prepared to live her alone with no friends even fir a day. You'll be back on F in a jiffy

You have a completely distorted picture of my Master, me and our relationship.