Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5583506-20191025011752

Kashya was not in the mood for idle small talk. In fact she was not in the mood for anything. She just wanted to find herself a sanctuary where she could rest up and meditate. The visions, the nightmares she had suffered in Quagmire, and the wounds that had come with it, it had all been too real. Even her father's cruel words still resonated somewhere deep within her.

Had he truly been just an illusion, or was the realm capable of conjuring the dead? Because she could feel the cold bite of truth creeping through to his statement. In either case, she couldn't helpt but feel offput by the whole situation.

"You will never know love, happiness, joy, and comfort ever again."

She had almost forgotten what any of that meant. Her memories of Kiro were one of the last things from back before that she still treasured dearly, knowing now that any dreams she had of ever being by his side was just as much an illusion as the Quagmire's cruel tricks.

Bad blood, she kept telling herself.

While the others had slept she had stayed awake, chugging potion after potion, to the limit where it felt as if every vein in her body would simply burst with energy. Her head was feeling light, but at least she was no longer knocking on death's door.

She had no intention of dying by her own hand after all. Triggered by nightmares. That would have just been insulting.