PHOEBE
His words should hurt her feelings. They should sting her soul. But the cold smile that creeps across his face makes her still internally. This wasn't Jata anymore. She of all people could recognize when the blight reared its ugly head, and here it was, doing everything it could to hurt her and shove her away. But she wouldn't have it. Not today, Blight. Not. Today.
"The blight is overcoming you now. I can tell." she said dryly, her expression falling flat. "Answer the question when the blight releases you again. I will not dignify that parasitic illness with my emotions." she said, looking up at the ceiling.
"The blight is overcoming you now. I can tell." she said dryly, her expression falling flat. "Answer the question when the blight releases you again. I will not dignify that parasitic illness with my emotions." she said, looking up at the ceiling.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
