Her first instinct was to bite back - Why do you care? - but she managed to wrench herself from her stiff position to move. Her brain was working too slowly, sluggish like it had to dig deep down to find an answer from an ancient archive of her internal storage, and it left her mind constantly asking, What's the point in all of this? Lamia knew that there was no purpose in this. That she was simply being selfish, bitter, and childish. It didn't make sense. She'd never met Magic before he came to the school, and yet... Why did she care so much? He was just another student in the school... Nothing different. There was absolutely nothing different from him than everyone else. So why did she always feel so uneasy and frustrated to be around him?
Her eyes glided to the night sky, the stars seemingly watching them from above. Did they know how she felt? The corners of her mouth tugged upward wryly as she recalled Kearn's words, The stars will always guide you back home. If you ever need me, give me a call. Those were his last words before she left to go back to Beata. She needed to talk to him. A hand-written letter would be nice... Even if the response came late, that was fine. It was easier to talk about her feelings that way.
"G-good night..." Lamia whispered, shaking her head with a despondent smile, and hesitatingly left without waiting for his reaction or response. It was rude of her - she didn't properly answer his statement in the end. How anticlimatic, The voice in her head was back, and if she had to imagine what they were like at the moment, it would be a sneer and mock-teasing eyes. Her soul was broken enough. Did higher powers think it would be funny if she went mentally insane as well?
