โOh, fuck me, this spiel again. No one cares you were Queen in 1632!โ Sajida snapped.
โI havenโt heard this story before. Please, let her finish,โ Chloe fumed at Sajidaโs interruption through her teeth while outwardly smiling. But she was crestfallen when Sita complained about mortals being rotten. She really got where Sita was coming from here, but knew she couldnโt be a vampire like them
โNor have I,โ Kalisha genuinely smiled, laying her head down on a backwards facing chair.
โKalisha! Are you alright?โ Chloe wondered.
โI apologize for us both,โ Sajida mumbled.
โI...Iโve been better, certainly,โ Kalisha said. โWithout my waterfeet, I donโt know...itโs like they were my heart and now thatโs gone. Not to mention Gambit, the best who ever lived, who- who gave his last breath to save me. Iโll miss all of them dearly. But I will not wallow in despair, or let this war overwhelm me.
โSo what if the mountain tries to keep us down? Nothing in the universe is forever, so eventually we will be free. And even if not...Alice and Abigail were able to go home. Why? Iโve been back and forth from the mountain to my fields...why? There is always an explanation for everything. We just have to find it.
โAnd so what if there is a war now? If itโs taken so much from us? If we have lost much long before its arrival? If it will take from us in the future until we feel spent? We are still alive, are we not, in whatever way that means for each of us? Well, I donโt know about any of you, but my father was a fighter before he became a rancher, my fatherโs father canoed from Jogadunda across the Aoitivo Ocean to Sudavadiria with twelve notes in his pocket and found his dream with my mother, and this-
this shows I am a fighter. Together, we can fight anything off.โ
Kalisha now flashed her clockwork arm (which Sajida rolled her eyes at) and proclaimed, โSo, let us feast on Gambit; I know he would not want to be wasted, and we will all need something in our bellies if we are to figure a way out of our predicament. But first, I see that you have an old
tangent. Let me play
A Friendโs Send-Off, to make sure we celebrate his life.โ
Which she began to do while everyone else was still silent.