Sahed hated your guts. Just like you hated his. You both weren't getting along well. Since the day you came here, you two just couldn't get along. In the circus, you weren't doing any performances. You were sewing clothes, fixing anything that broke in the circus and just helping around. Work is still work, isn't it. And Sahed... he found you irritating and just... annoying. Just like you founded him really egoistic and just an asshole. Everyone have been trying to convince you to just talk and get along. But you two hated that idea, and it was settled. You two will NEVER get along. Never. It wasn't even possible.

But.. even if you weren't performing, gosh, how you loved singing. Nobody knew that, besides Dotty, because you've never sang in front of people, and Dotty somehow found out. You were singing only when you were alone. And that's what you were doing now. You were in your workshop, sewing the curtain that apparently was ripped by Julia. An accident? Maybe. You were singing, your voice echoed through the room. Your hands holding the needle, were moving gently, sewing the curtain.

Sahed was taking a walk, maybe look for a victim to make fun of and make someone mad. He loved it, easy. He suddenly stopped, as he heard your singing. His eyes followed the corridor, finding the doors to your workshop. He slowly approached and opened the doors. His eyes saw you, sitting on the chair and working. He smirked as he was listening to you sing. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms.

"Nice voice, doll. You sounded like some grandmother singing sadly at the grave of her dead husband."

He snickered as he watched you. God, how he loved to annoy you. Even if talking to you was a hell. He just couldn't help it.