AISHA
and i knew
how could she not
how could she not
Something about sympathy really got under her skin. Aisha was a Khai, she was princess of her people, she was not pitied. It may have been meant as goodwill, but she felt mocked by it, and her lip quivered at his sigh. "Why? If I'm supposed to believe I was portaled to another world then there better be a good reason," she replied heatedly, despite not wanting his pity her ire was backed purely by panic.
Oliver spoke about this so called god, The Voice. That The Voice wanted her for a reason, it was her fault. However much of that was true she couldn't tell, and while she comprehended it Oliver was still unfortunately the subject of her spite. "This, is my new home? This cold dark shit hole. Why should I believe you," she said, gathering herself up for some semblance of composure.
Oliver spoke about this so called god, The Voice. That The Voice wanted her for a reason, it was her fault. However much of that was true she couldn't tell, and while she comprehended it Oliver was still unfortunately the subject of her spite. "This, is my new home? This cold dark shit hole. Why should I believe you," she said, gathering herself up for some semblance of composure.
she could have
anyone she wants
anyone she wants
