Aya's mind raced so fast it nearly tripped over itself.
The "she" had slipped out twice now, and Elias was staring at her with the laser focus of a man who dismantled problems for a living. His pale green eyes bored into hers, searching, cataloguing, and refusing to let her look away.
'Think. THINK!'
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[This system would like to remind Host that silence is currently making things WORSE]
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"I asked you a question," Elias said, his voice dropping lower. "Who is 'she'?"
Aya swallowed.
What if she could tell him the truth? Wouldn't they think she was insane???
She couldn't tell him the truth. She couldn't tell him that the woman he hated had died and a stranger from another world was wearing her face. He would think she was insane.
But… what if she just told him?
