AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
Deimos knew how she felt, vengeance always came from a place of trauma, of rage. And those are things you cannot forget, so how could you forget and forgive your desire for retribution? How could she leave behind that memory, of the child who's parents were nowhere to be found, and the name of the one who had caused it? Even worlds away she still wondered if they'd gotten what they deserved.
What happened instead? Aisha scoffed, placing her glass back on the tabletop, "Politics. Apparently everything up top got worked out so there was 'no harm done, no vengeance required'. And since I'm here I guess it will stay that way." If she'd ever been queen, risen to the rank she was born for, and taken the army as her own; well who really knows what she might've done.
And maybe it was nicer that the responsibility was no longer hers. That she was here, just a Shield, not a warlord. Here that might never be a worry at all, she could hope.
What happened instead? Aisha scoffed, placing her glass back on the tabletop, "Politics. Apparently everything up top got worked out so there was 'no harm done, no vengeance required'. And since I'm here I guess it will stay that way." If she'd ever been queen, risen to the rank she was born for, and taken the army as her own; well who really knows what she might've done.
And maybe it was nicer that the responsibility was no longer hers. That she was here, just a Shield, not a warlord. Here that might never be a worry at all, she could hope.
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
