***
{Outside The Projection}
Wow, indeed.
A thought that reached the entire world.
A thought that echoed loud in the hall.
It sat in the air, a knife no one had the guts to pull out.
They tried to stay silent out of respect for Roya, out of understanding of who she was back then.
They said nothing when she claimed him to be unworthy.
They said nothing when she claimed he knew nothing about struggle.
But now... now, when she claimed MALIK knew nothing of loss?
The man who'd buried more people than she'd ever met?
Him?
Loss?
LOSS?!
As some of them would love to say:
"Bitch, are you fucking serious?"
They couldn't believe it.
When the Goddamned festival just outside their doors celebrated it?
Were they still supposed to be fucking quiet?!
Hell the fuck no!
"Did she hit her head back then or what?!"
"She must be talkin' about somebody else—'cause our Sultan buried half his soul in Hell!"
"The fuck kind of struggle she think she's had that tops his!?"
