Abasi
This womans common and unfamiliar accent sounded foreign and wrong around his father's name (not to mention his own) and Abasi wrinkled his nose with distaste. Especially as she continued to keep up the charade that she could not help him. He sighed, irritated, and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was unprecidented and he didn't know how to handle it; there had never been a rule written down for 'if you appear suddenly in a lake in a forest you don't recognise'. At least he didn't have to ponder what to do for long, for the witch before him said something very interesting indeed.
"You know the Gods?" He asked. "I would very much like to speak to them." For once. It would certainly be the first time he'd actually felt any kind of connection there. "Take me to the Gods."
For all of the light that I shut out
For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears
