Aspen's eyes widened, her lips quivered and she fought the words that she some desperate, harmful part of herself desired so much to say. Her entire body was shaking, or else that's how she felt. The world was on an axil, spinning dangerously around her as she tried to process what was going on. 

Despite this, her voice came out stronger then before. The words shocked her, but for some reason she couldn't stop the words from pouring out. She had nothing to lose anyways, only her art and her talent. And then when her time was up... well everyone died. "I desire to be acclaimed. I want people to know me, to know my art. Can you do that?" Even after she was finished, in the lingering, buzzing silence that followed, she didn't know why she had said it. 

"But first... I want time. You must at least give me a few years. Let me relish in my glory." What had come over her? Mentally she was screaming, however her exterior seemed so calm and collected. She was like the ultimate oxymoron. Berserkly calm. 

Her eyes glistened and the room seemed to dim a shade darker. She stood, patiently, meeting eyes with the beast.