"...But when I came back I quickly learnt that the palace had no mind of it's own any more."
"No mind...?" I repeat to myself vaguely, mulling over the thought as I stare sightlessly at the ground. Wiping away the sweat on her hands, Reshma plants her gaze firmly on the ground, refusing to look at me. The sour taste of dread fills my mouth.
"Oh, you mean-"
She nods once.
"Azrael managed to bring the entire palace under his control seemingly overnight. He left no one to spare. This place... it used to be my home. But I can't even call it that any more."
Unsteadily, she takes a sharp breath inward, clutching her hand over her arm with a pained expression on her face. Shortly after, the consciousness in her eyes drifts into a sullen dullness as memories sweep up her mind, dragging her away from the presence. Part of me wonders how much more she can possibly bear of all this. If my home had suffered the same fate, I'd...
