To Bed

I was already bracing for it.

The singular voice of opposition, sounding out… or more like growling out her clear dissent for this. And indeed, Sera was practically elbowing my ribs with her intense leering and peering.

Just who the hell do I think I was, amirite? Barging in outta nowhere trying to start some funny business dredging up unpleasant memories that have long since been buried. Do I think I'm entitled, obligated? Just because I'm the so-called Master or something?

Y'know what, I think I'm actually getting the hang of reading Sera's thoughts. Yes, I'm sure that's exactly how she sounds like. Bratty, snobbish voice and all. 

Jackassery aside, it's not as if I think her qualms were unfounded. She knows Ash undoubtedly better than I do. She knows her memories, her history, and her pain… and she surely understands perfectly the pain recalling would entail… otherwise, she wouldn't be glaring her disapproval at me in the first place.