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Psychological torment isn’t going to happen by itself, the right questions have to be asked first — and you haven’t gone through enough lengths to feel fulfilled in your petty act of revenge.
“Tell me, Decent Sasha, tell me about the most embarrassing moments in her life, and don’t skim over the details. We all like a good story over here.” You juggle with the jar, making it jump from one hand to another.
“Oh, some gossip! I’m so ready!” Aurora pretends to zip her own mouth. Hmm, you wish you could do that to others for real. You’re not sure if with this airhead specifically though. She’s… fine…
“T-This doesn’t feel right to listen to…” Liu is acting like a tiny-Jaylene. And that’s terrible in all accords.
“Precious Liu, shame is a tool of the wicked to make us stop doing the right thing. Discard it, and you’ll attain true freedom!” Lydie speaks nonsense, but explains so much about her.
“You were capable of feeling shame at some point...?” You raise an eyebrow. “And headphones, your job is to spy on people, get a grip.”
“*Hic*!?” Liu never thought she’d be confronted.
“Can you do it or not, Well-Reviewed Sasha?” Crossbill wants the facts. Truly, a nosy individual, you should keep your distance. Or use her curiosity against her...
“Profound embarrassment is impossible for a human to forget! Sasha, oh, she tried to keep us essences apart, but even I felt *that* one time…” In a wicked way, Best Sasha remembers this fondly. Or she’s happy that she can share the story that you all want.
“Ohoho, please, continue…” Crossbill imitates Lydie’s stupid honking that she calls a laugh.
“Are you aware of the man in tights who wears a silly mask? He poses without being prompted to?” Better Sasha asks the crowd. The vacuum flask suddenly stops jittering.
“Oh! You mean WILDFLAME? The superhero?” Aurora nails it as our storyteller nods without hesitation.
That’s the weirdo with a half wrestler and half detective attire that your uncle met in front of Jaylene’s useless grave. You need to take that thing out or the government is gonna sue her for pretending to be dead. Either way, man is a freak. Also, he let Rhys die, so he’s half bad.
“What about him?” Crossbill has to help continue the story. Lousy narrators, you hate ‘em.
“We clashed in bloody battle, and we were bested by a hair. My Sasha couldn’t perform to her best! She was infatuated by the man’s discreet charms mid-fight. And that’s where her obsession began.” Better Sasha reveals.
“Ew.” You didn’t want to know that.
“Woah, she has a thing for WILDFLAME? That’s insane!” Aurora can’t believe it.
“How strange. Who’d fall for a megalomaniac psycho?” Lydie doesn’t get it.
“Are you serious right now...?” You frown.
