the VOICE
With eyes like smears of pure energy, the Voice regards the not-man with a terse smile. "How are we not? Do you not possess god-like powers now? Are you not something other now? Not accepted, not abandoned, not attuned?" Softly the Voice crosses her arms, a soft smile on her lips. "The only difference is that I worked to be what I am. You simply died."
Turning to Amalia as if her presence was merely a bother, the Voice sighed, still disappointed that Amalia had chosen the route of normalcy, rather than the chance to be bright. "Me? Whatever makes you think I have anything to do with it. I have not stepped foot in the Greatwood in over 300 years. "
Turning to Amalia as if her presence was merely a bother, the Voice sighed, still disappointed that Amalia had chosen the route of normalcy, rather than the chance to be bright. "Me? Whatever makes you think I have anything to do with it. I have not stepped foot in the Greatwood in over 300 years. "
