[ her fists clench the sheets, and brilith swallows against the sorrow that floods her body as beau continues to yell. it isn't her own, she reminds herself. she has no reason to cling to the friends that the brilith from before had cherished.

still, she has to fight to keep her voice steady, and under the sedative, she isn't entirely successful. ]

I am not a god; I don't share their ability to read the minds of humans. I won't know what you think or what you want from me unless you say something, and all you've done tonight is yell.

So tell me: why did you come here? I've already spoken with Isaac, and he understands more than you seem to want to try.