"And, what, those objections don't matter?" Arialla shook her head. The idea that heroes had little control over their own destinies wasn't foreign to her -- it had just never applied to her before. She definitely wasn't a hero. Her voice turned bitter and sarcastic. "I'm so glad you've given me leave not to thank her."
All right, that was just petty, which was not where she'd wanted to go with this ... She tried to calm herself, sighing. "Somehow I imagined you'd say that. But still -- imagine one day you were ripped away from all of them, Ascended, Voice, everything you'd ever known. Wouldn't you be a bit upset?"
Her voice just sounded tired and sad as she added, "Me too, actually."
All right, that was just petty, which was not where she'd wanted to go with this ... She tried to calm herself, sighing. "Somehow I imagined you'd say that. But still -- imagine one day you were ripped away from all of them, Ascended, Voice, everything you'd ever known. Wouldn't you be a bit upset?"
Her voice just sounded tired and sad as she added, "Me too, actually."
