"My dearest child, Won't you have a sleep? In this lovely and tranquil night. Hush hush hush, I won't leave. I'll be here."
Arisha leaned closer to the floor to listen carefully. In the cold and wet dungeon cell, the lady's gentle voice was the only thing that brought comfort to Arisha who was about to face her imminent death.
'It's this voice again. It's so sweet and full of care.'
If there was another one who showed her genuine kindness apart from Acheron Drioche, it was this person. In her first, second, and now, her fifth life where she's dying as a sacrifice, this gentle voice seemed to soothe her, like a mother putting her child to sleep.
Arisha doubted this voice many times, perhaps it was just her hallucination, her last attempt to find someone who will give her affection, but what was the point in questioning, she was going to die anyway.
