I'll be her shadow while she turns everything to ash.. And I won't stop until she helped me get back what he took from me... Until she understands that the one with the power is her...
What I liked is that she didn’t cry.
Ayida let the knife hover over her father’s neck. She pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead and brought the knife down violently on his Adam’s apple. “STOP!”
Mind and emotion disconnected from her body and that emptiness… oh she knew that emptiness. Knew it’s taste… Death.
Remember. This isn’t about you. “My name is Ayida Jean-Baptiste.”