'I am dead. I have been for a very long time.'
There was nothing between or around Riley and Xra—just the empty expanse of space that shied and paled in comparison compared to the darkness being held by the two individuals it enveloped.
One had long white hair that moved completely still, grounded by its master. The other, a long jet-black hair that scattered and melded with the darkness, and yet still incredibly still. Their eyes were clear and red respectively, but both held the same temper… and neither relenting.
'I was born 8,000 years ago, in a civilization divided by wealth,' Xra's voice once again permeated through Riley's mind unabashed and unfazed, 'A place where oppression is—'
"That would explain your personality, Pirate Queen Shakira."
Riley did not let her start her story, however; as this time, instead of just replying in his mind, he once again created a pocket for his voice to travel through Xra's ears,
