"Fate has a way of surprising you… it always has," Nyssa said in an icy tone, glaring at Isadora's sleeping frame.
"Ever since you stepped foot into this Court you've been nothing but a disease!" She seethed, stepping closer.
Her lips quivered profusely as she said. "You walked your way into every bloodstream and infected it. A stray you were, a stray who didn't know when to keep her head down, a stray who still got back on its feet and defied everything we believed in. But at the end you…"
She leaned closer, placing her hands on the bed. "You're still a stray…" she mumbled softly, her eyes stung with the emotions attempting to drown her. "You should have stayed one."
She leaned away. "Maybe I wouldn't have hated you as much as I do now. Just the sight of you sickens me to the core."
