"Your people made me that way," Arialla growled, unconsciously reaching up to touch the scar on her neck. Roguish charm or no roguish charm, she would never trust an Ascended again -- barely remembered that she once had.
"The Voice is no true goddess," she clarified. At the rest of Adam's argument, she took a deep breath. "The blind are part of the gods' plan. You are not. And even if you disagree with me on that, you can hardly claim that your status and your 'goddess' do not affect the lives of others. Ask the Fae if the Voice can simply be left alone to coexist. Ask anyone she's ripped from their home -- ask me."
It wasn't just the scar on her neck that Arialla blamed the Voice for, after all; it was her entire presence in Caido. And however she settled into her life here, she could never deny that she would have rather stayed home.
please don't take my sunshine away
