ROANA
Roana would give the reaper no further trouble, no reason to prod or poke. She walked directly to the jail, shoulders square, head held high, the picture of calm. Even as she was shackled and locked in her cell, she remained emotionless; stalwart and unshakeable. Her shift in demeanor was distinct and drastic, but she gave no clue as to what might have been going on behind her bright blue eyes, silently watching the General from where she stood in the center of her cell.
It was odd, being on that side of the bars looking out, but she didn’t regret the events that brought her here.
It was odd, being on that side of the bars looking out, but she didn’t regret the events that brought her here.
I am lost to those I thought were friends
they pretend that they don't see
It's one miss step, one slip, before you know it
and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
