Julia let her hand drop from the windowsill, but didn't turn around yet. "They're all here."
Julia shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "I don't -"
"What is it, Lishaya?"
A humorless laugh. "That. Everyone down there - they expect me to be their Lishaya."
"You are their Lishaya."
"Even if I run away from here, too?"
"Actions don't matter. Not where a Lishaya is concerned. You are our Lishaya, no matter what."
"Piss-poor system of government, if you ask me."
"Well, congratulations. You get to change it."