Lion Head Mesa sins and scars you'll never recognize

Who are you, Sabah? Who are you Nephele? Who are you, Two? Vicious man beater, thieving rat, nothing? Who are you?

It was with a grind of the Jodai’s teeth that she cast away the questions.

Who are you? Who? Who? 

What could she answer? That she did not know? That she was not Nephele, that she was not Two? Then did she lay claim to the vicious air of Sabah? Did she pretend she was someone else? Could she return to that life?

Because, she wouldn’t lie, part of her heart ached to just pack up everything and run like hell. Take the bird, the skull, her life, and cut ties with Akashingo and run until her breath was out of her lungs. That was Nephele, that was the stifled, wilted thing she thought died long ago. The want to run? That was who she was as Belladonna. Gods above…how many masks did she have? Who was she without any of them?

Who are you? Who are you? Who are you, to swing the whip? To serve the orders? Little Two, little Rodent, runner runner little Runner? Who are you?

She stared at her eyes in the waters of the wellspring.

Who are you?

She drew in a shaky gasp, voice whispering, barely audible.

Who are you?

I don’t know.