"So you're talking to me..." - Nimah replied proudly but quietly, broken, blinking into that nothing, though she really tried to locate the source of the voice, it was visible enough from the moves of her head.<br/>She raised, pulling her hand along the wall, her tall figure straining, aching - but this feeling came more from her heart than from the muscles.<br/>What else can happen to her today, but being executed after being thrown away? The faster it happens the better it is for an outcast...<br/><br/>