Arialla laughed bitterly. "A blank canvas -- yes, that's a good way to think of it. Empty."
She shook her head, taking a step back. "I don't know if you can understand this, but I'm not interested in making my mark. I'm not a hero and I don't want to be one. I just want to go home."
Rubbing a hand over her face, she added, "If I were an artist who'd spent years on a canvas, and you replaced it with a blank one -- well, wouldn't you be upset?"
please don't take my sunshine away