She knew in time she would figure out if she did indeed fit within Asteraia, until then, she would do her best to do what she could to investigate on her own. She had a feeling though, that with her twisted nature deep down, that it would be the best place for her to be. No one else would understand her need for pain, whether it was inflicted upon herself or not. Even her brothers didn’t understand her. But then again, they were the ones who left her in that god awful place that turned her into who she was now.

Her gold-grey eyes watched the inky male before her. Iscariot was an interesting character so far, and it was as if there was a small window in her large brick wall in her, and maybe that itty bitty window would allow her to open up to him. She hadn’t really spoken of the torture she had gone through, the pain, both physically and emotionally. But then again, just the thought had her mind going in crazy circles, edging her close to being dizzy at the thought of it. She blew out a quick breath to keep herself steady, her ears twisting as she listened to him.

It was almost as if he had been through something similar, in a way, and it wasn’t what you could call comforting, mainly because she didn’t know what that meant, but it was something to think of. “I didn’t have one, it was just me and the family. And then, it was just me, the rest of them left and well…I don’t think I’ve really found anyone that I can trust fully, but in Asteraia, At least I don’t have to hide who I really am, I suppose..”