"I will return the hairpin to you peacefully and safely in your hair… or a little accident could happen, and it would end up in the wrong place. I know you hate me, Azra, and I know you're not here in this room because you care for me. Neither did you help me with Lireil for my sake. What are you up to, Azra? Why are you really in here with me, Azra? What do you want information on?" I demand, and her eyes widen as she stares at me in panic.
"What has gotten into you, Mirelah!?" She scolds, but I just tilt my head and pout.
"What? I'm only copying you. Can you not remember how many times you did this to me when we were much younger?"
Her eyes widen at my words, and her breathing becomes laboured.
"They were just jokes, and we were little girls back then! Everything is different now. What immaturity is this?! Take the pin away from my neck! Are you going to kill me here?!" She reages, and I shrug.
"I don't know… Am I?" I reply, and she glares at me.
