Nafsi shook her head. "No, you don't understand what I'm saying," She sighed and nuzzled the hare again, careful not to stir it. "It will still shape. It tells you what not to be. If your past didn't shape you... then you wouldn't learn from the past. Some don't learn the bad from the good."
She snorted. "What my mother taught me was bad, I veiw as good, for the most part, because she was wrong. Despite what you think, it's already shaped you, pup."
She glanced down at the hare. This was one of the things her mother told her was bad. Playing with food.
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