(After parting ways with Desmond, Sasha POV)
´´ My teacher was right, all men are idiots. . . I hope it's okay, not that I care, but it would also be a waste if such an attractive man died in the jaws of a dark-edged creeper tiger; AAAHH! I should never have suggested hunting one of them in the first place, but who knew that that idiot hunter would be so stubborn in wanting to fight that tiger alone. ´´
Remembering the cold and distant way that Desmond spoke to me at that moment my spirits only worsened, but I also remembered the way he apologized and that beautiful smile of his that almost melts my heart so I couldn't be truly upset with the.
´´ AAAAAH damn it, what kind of witchcraft did that charming and charismatic handsome man use in me to make me behave like this? ´´
