Luna smiled bleakly at her praise, not sure if she believed her words. She knew she didn't believe in herself, but she had no reason to. She had too much evidence that stopped her from doing that. All the people she had shut out of her life, the people she had abandoned. Luna thought herself as a horrible person, and there was unfortunately not very much that could change that. She hated to know that's how she thought, but the chances of her meeting this "gentleman" were small. It broke her heart thinking so, but she couldn't do anything about it, it seemed to be forged into her history, her mindset, her soul.