[ Akua's steps stilled, and she stopped and turned her head to look at Misa in the eye, her jaw tipped back, it was an imperious look she leveled at her, straight out of eons of Praesi Dread Emperors. The Zenith she held to her was like a cloak, fitting like a suit made of the finest silk. It truly is a shame she isn't Zenith, because it fits her. She almost snapped at Misa, but her tongue was too tightly controlled to merely lash out because Misa did.

But her eyes were sharp, and if they didn't glow in the dim light, they could have. Her lip curled slightly, and she turned toward her. ]

Am I?

[ She asked, and took a step forward, nearing her. She has no way to know that there is a brand on her, that burns. Akua had not forced her own Blight on another shard bearer, shockingly. ]

I cannot be the only one, dear heart, that has come by, but you choose to call to me? [ A smile, then. ] I do not think you feel guilt, but perhaps it weighs on you, that I did not fall to the Blight? An unfinished job, perhaps?