"How pitiful."
A voice that sounded suspiciously like my own sneered mockingly in my head.
"So high-and-mighty on the outside… but deep down, you are nothing but a frail little girl, traumatized by being called a few names."
I gasped and panted heavily in the eternal darkness all around me, clutching my head in pain.
"Tell me, Obsidia. How does it feel, getting abandoned? Thrown away by your own tribe and seen as an abomination, a monster? Does it hurt, living through those memories again? Of course it does. After all… that's your biggest fear, isn't it? Getting excluded and treated like a pile of trash that needs to be thrown out."
N-No… this is fine… I am okay… I'm not alo-
"You're not alone anymore, huh?" the voice laughed. "You think that you've found someone else like you to bond with? Another who was abandoned by everyone, neglected by the world?"
Yes… that human…
