Asha was at a total loss, part of her wanted to fight, but another part of her saw how fruitless it would amount to. It left her feeling utterly desolate, alone, confused, scared, a slew of emotions that she wasn't used to feeling all at once. The walls around her loome over her, making her feel small. The elf's voice making her feel even smaller. She didn't like crying in front of him, she tried to sniffle them aside, but her eyes welled up and were turning shades of red from the tears.
She din't like the way he said that he was counting on it, she didn't like the way he said a lot of things. At the question as to who he was, she shrugged. He felt important by the way he talked, the way he said things about her mother. He was counting on it, not they, not we, he was counting on her mother's reaction to her being taken. She might be young and naive but even she picked up on that much. Not that it told her anything of substance.
She din't like the way he said that he was counting on it, she didn't like the way he said a lot of things. At the question as to who he was, she shrugged. He felt important by the way he talked, the way he said things about her mother. He was counting on it, not they, not we, he was counting on her mother's reaction to her being taken. She might be young and naive but even she picked up on that much. Not that it told her anything of substance.
A duche bag with a superiority complex?she uttered defiantly. He had asked after all.
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