Anna's expressions were dark, the dark sea was cold… it was covered in a miasma that seemed to slow her thoughts… and at the worst of it all, her head was full of voices.
'Elise is like this because of you!'
Voices of what she had lost already.
'And everyone will have the same end as her.'
Voices of what she can or will lose.
'You will lose again… you will never reach your goals.'
Voices of what could go wrong and what could lead to something irreversible.
'You are pushing them to their death for your goals.'
Voices which condemned her for her weakness.
'You can not even fight your own battles, how are you going to fight for him?'
Voices which criticised her for denying her trait… her power just for mere emotions.
'You who are scared of her own trait dare call yourself fatebound? '
The voices condemned her, but at the same time, they sang about the allure of letting go… to accept what she was running from…
