Father?

Aisha's hands clenched into tight fists, her knuckles whitening under the strain. The fury she felt was palpable, directed not at me, but at the Empire of Light, at the Divine Knights who had betrayed me, who had pushed me to this point. She wanted to lash out, to do something, anything to make a difference. But the truth was, she couldn't.

"Yes," she murmured, her voice low and laced with reluctance.

It was a relief to finally speak with Aisha after all these months of silence. Seeing her again, hearing her voice, it felt like a burden had been lifted from my chest. Honestly, I felt even better after being with her intimately—it gave me a sense of connection I hadn't realized I was missing. It was selfish, perhaps, but it was the truth.