Familiar Faces
“Then you haven’t been down here nearly long enough. Don’t worry- the fear will start to creep in with you least expect it.” It really wasn’t that hard of a concept- the longer someone spent trying to stave off fear, the longer they didn’t notice their own internal monologues.
“Don’t worry that little head of your’s, I’m not going to hurt him. He might not be my current ally, but I never betray the trust of someone who helped me. Especially when the person involved is about as useful as a wet piece of cloth.” It took more than some time spent on a wall to kill her, considering the century spent in the tower a long dead ruler had seen fit for her. Besides, it kept her away from Jafar, which was a treat in her book.
“I’ll worry about that when it happens.” She knew if she dwelled on it, it would make the fear come quicker. The paranoia. The worry. She hoped to leave with Will- many had mentioned it and she wanted to... badly. So if she could get out she could worry about the fear of the underworld much in the future.
“So wouldn’t hurtin’ me mean betraying him? I am his best friend y’know. Even if he don’t love me. And I know he doesn’t.” She glared. It was dumb but well- she couldn’t help herself from a little shot at making this woman leave. She had spent too long crying. Too long worrying herself over Will. She’d been afraid down here for a while She was simply exhausted of all the emotions since her death.











