All these years, I noticed that Aunt Zaira and I had a few things in common. One of them was that we we both sucked at lying on the spot. And even if we do try to talk our way out of something by the use of some flowery words, we still find it quite hard to deal with. Aunt Zaira was a powerful person. I kept thinking that because of her status she could always be blunt and frank whenever she wants and to whoever she wants. Even if the other party found her annoying to the point of having her killed, she could handle herself.
But it wasn’t like that for me.
Sure, I had the mentality an ancient deity, but I currently had a mortal body with limitations. And even though my core got reunited with my spirit it would still take some time before I could even grow as strong as I used to be. If I could ever do it, that is.
After asking Aunt Zaira about why she cried, she told me a bunch of confusing reasons which I knew was a lie.