Lion Head Mesa sins and scars you'll never recognize

Sabah cringed.

It wasn’t the Fellahin’s fault, no, it was her own. A recognition of what, exactly, she had entangled herself in. The serf becoming the enforcer, ha! It was like she was living a very bad power fantasy. The kind of delusions of a naive child, brought to life before her eyes. She swallowed thickly.

No, no it’s…it’s fine. You can come sit, if you like. She said, tipping her head skyward to think for a moment. 

Gods, this is weird. She whispered to herself. She had been the one who served before, and now others served her. She was Sabah and Nephele and Two, and many other identities all trying to hide a sack of neuroses the size of this entire mesa. After a moment, she appeared to gather her courage and speak again.

You…do you like it? Working here? Are you…treated well and everything?