Arialla couldn't help letting out a little ironic chuckle. Angrily confronting a goddess was distinctly not a good idea, but sometimes you just had to do stupid things. And, well, if the Voice struck Arialla with lightning, at least she wouldn't feel homesick anymore.
"So my family doesn't miss me ... they don't even know I'm gone." Arialla looked down. She ought to feel relieved about that, she supposed, but it felt more like -- like she'd been replaced. And if she did get home, what then? She couldn't go back to her former life; there would be another Arialla already occupying that position. I really can't go back. She raised a hand to her face, trying to hold back tears. Maybe Osozo was wrong. Though if anyone knew about the mechanics of being snatched to Caido, it seemed like they would be the one.
please don't take my sunshine away
