"I happen to very much hate to be ignored."
It came slowly, softly, slinking, stepping with finesse into the lonely expanse of emptiness that was her mind. It came quietly, comforting in it's cold, calm and acquiescent in capture, a continuous conundrum and a cause of calvary without end to her. It came, barely noticed. It remained, endured. It reached a breaking point with disturbing alacrity, and as she watched Ouri's corpse fade into ashes, she wondered when it began.
But at least now no one would ignore her.