Annika watched the ground, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. They were forced, nothing more.
"Are you people going to help me or not? G-d forbid if I'm a Northerner, it's not like I'm going to stab you in the neck while your back is turned..." She muttered, loud enough for the surrounding people to hear. "Well?"
"Are you people going to help me or not? G-d forbid if I'm a Northerner, it's not like I'm going to stab you in the neck while your back is turned..." She muttered, loud enough for the surrounding people to hear. "Well?"