"So you should know better than anyone what the Voice does to people." Arialla's eyes rake Adam up and down, judging him and finding him wanting -- not just as an Ascended, but as a person. "And you still bowed to her to save your own skin? You shouldn't be surprised that people hate you."
She paused, softening a tiny little bit -- from "steel" to "copper," maybe. "I do pity you. I pity all the Ascended. The Voice has led them -- you -- astray, and there is nothing to be done for you now but putting you out of your misery."
please don't take my sunshine away
