Frustration.
The world always told stories of the bad guy getting their just desserts in the end, the sort of tales that made the audience feel good, happy, and whole by the time they closed the last page.
It was probably a symptom of the world's endless fascination with justice, an almost blinding obsession with setting things right, of karma, even though the real world was often nothing like that.
But wasn't that the point of stories? Of the escape they provided?
Priya had always been someone that didn't like those sorts of stories. Often, she wouldn't finish books or movies, leaving them open-ended.
She could recall many times Zarek made fun of her for it, but he seemed to understand it in ways that many didn't.
Zarek and she couldn't have lived two lives that were more opposing.
