Arya
This must be another nightmare. It can't be real. I pinch the skin of my arm just in case it might be a dream.
But the grim reality is - it's not.
The stares are real. The hatred is real.
Thousands of people mirror the same emotions - hatred and disgust.
Han looks the most hurt. From the little I know about them, they were quite close. He always seemed to look after her.
Now, she's dead.
And he thinks I killed her.
I don't even try to explain - my throat is tight and lumpy.
Even if I manage to get a few words out, what good would it do.
How would I explain being in the same room with Arigana's hanging corpse?
I can hear Fang's echoing laughter in my head.
She wanted this to happen? What good would it do her if everyone in the Blink wants me dead?
Han pulls out his sword and braces to attack me.
I feel frozen to the spot. Every fibre of my being is screaming for me to run, but I don't move.
He lets out a groan of pain before charging at me.
