Cogito, ergo sum

Asha's jaw clenched slightly, she was determined not to cry, but it was hard not to feel that way. Despite her appearances as a teenager, she'd really only been alive for around five years or so, she was still young of heart and mind. She wanted her dad so badly she could practically taste it, at least Lana understood that she just didn't care about blood magic, she wasn't sure if her mother was even capable of such a realisation.

I just, I just wasn't ready, it's not like I've seen as much gore and guts as you have and that stare of disappointment and annoyance you have doesn't exactly instil confidence in me. Wait, no, what am I saying, uncaring bitch is the only way you know how to be...