| Taissa's Journal | - Taissa: I close my eyes, and I am there again. Needle in my skin. Sand stinging my face.
- Troubled
- Taissa: And the whispers. At the edge of every thought. Louder each day.
- Troubled
- Taissa: She is here, with me. She has been. All this time.
- Troubled. Referring to Andariel, who is in her head.
- Taissa: I must drink the tea and purge this darkness before I lose myself to it.
- Troubled
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