Floating on the outside of the barrier I can't help the overwhelming feeling of loss that overcomes me.
Pressing my hand against the thin, yet strong barrier I feel that feeling boil with a rage within me, an anger at myself. Despite all I've done and gone through in service of the Goddess Frozia, I still find myself on the action.
Like I always did with these battles. When was the last time I truly had some kind of use to Asher? Some function to serve in his battles?
Perlman? Yes. Perlman.
I believe that has been the first and only time I've truly saved the man, otherwise all I've done by his side is whine, groan and moan about the promise I made him keep to me.
And now, without even knowing I've gone and aligned myself with the one being who he hates with a passion. The Goddess of Winter, the one who has bestowed upon me these powers of frost.
The one who holds my soul within her palm.
