When asked that question, everyone expects the answer to be the loss of their innocence. For me, that's not it. I guess my greatest loss could be the ability to actually care whether a sister died or my actual flesh and blood family cares more about what we are than who we are. Maybe that wouldn't count considering I actually don't care that I don't have those feelings anymore after everything they have put me through but in the grand scheme of things? That would be the greatest loss - the ability to care about those who you share blood with are less important than those who don't have to care but do and love you for who you are rather than what you are to the world.

My head hurts now...