Despite so many truths revealed, Aïda's heart still burned over the anger inside her heart. True, how insignificant she was made out to be had deflated her will, the longer she festered over it, however, helped the heat simmering her revenge to grow.
She had not slept well that night, thinking over and over again what Varian had to say, before long she realized the sun was rising and the other priestess were waking for the day. Though exhausted, it aided her in going about through the dull rituals she had to partake.
It was hard to pray to Hakeshna now, for her faith did waiver, she was uncertain now if she should even continue on that path. Internally, she was thinking of Varian, and when she had time to herself, she slipped away to the back of the temple and peered up through the star window-
and thought about the world he had shown her-
and the time and lives beyond what she felt within.