"WHAT?" Zica shrieked, unable to believe what she just heard. At this point, she began to suspect that revenge was not the only issue Kora had. Something must have tampered with her brain.
"You still will not agree with me on this? Even after making it so easy?" Kora asked, sounding disappointed.
"Agree with you on what? You made absolutely no sense. What am I supposed to agree with?" Zica fired back, her irritation increasing.
"Alright. Fine. Since you chose your hatred over your people's welfare, let's do it your way. Just remember that whatever calamity befalls the witches is your doing." Zica added, resignedly as a frustrated sigh escaped her lips.
After that, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She didn't know what else to do. She was even tired of trying to figure out what was wrong with Kora. If only she could get into her head, she might get an idea. But that was impossible. No one can get into the head of the high priestess.
