The Time Wraith slowly turned, her movements deliberate, her posture rigid. Her eyes narrowed into burning slits of white light, and her face hardened until it was nothing but cold authority.
"You…" Her voice was quiet but carried through the air, layered like echoes, "I was wondering when you were going to show up. To think you actually had the confidence to come all the way here despite knowing how it's going to end. In some ways, you are just like him."
Aira's steps were slow and uneven, a limping approach that seemed fragile but deliberate. She didn't lower her gaze, even as the Wraith's aura seemed to engulf her from every side.
"I know you don't consider yourself as who you were once," she said softly. "But I know that you love him. Isn't that right?"
