"I understand that there are a lot of things you wish to ask. I know that you have been through a lot." She told Astor. It was as if she could see through him, her eyes getting softer she tilted her head, her cold palm resting on his cheek. "Poor child, cursed from the start." she said and his eyes widened. His mother's voice echoed in his head. His curse. All of this was because of his curse.
"You know? How?"
"I know because you and I share the same curse, placed on us by the same cruel god."