"I imagined you pictured my face when you threw that knife." His voice is quiet. He can't know you're here. How could he possibly– the sound of a blade ripping from splintered wood interupts your thoughts.

"Tell me, darling, do you think of me often?" Kai's vouce is a murmur, as if his lips where pressed against your ear, you shiver, knowing exactly what that feels like. "Do I haunt your dreams, plague your thoughts, like you do mine?" Your breath hitches.

He doesn't know you're here. Not for certain. You hear the humor in his voice as he sighs, "Where are you, Little Psychic?" His nickname is laughable, seeing that he knows you're anything but. Anything but Elite. Nothing but Ordinary.

At some point, the Imperial's stomp back into the room beneath you. "No sign of her, Your Highness." There's a long pause before he sighs. "Just as I thought. You're all useless. Get out."

He sounds as tired as you feel. "It's a good thing you're not here," he says softly, a tone you thought you'd never hear again. "Because I still haven't found my courage." And then your home bursts into flames.