She sketched Pride, but her sketches were less and less accurate and more abstract. Pride left and no matter what the reasons were, Asma felt like he didn't actually care about "her" the human. he ensured she had enough to eat so she wouldn't starve during his absence, but that was about it.
All this time on her own gave her the opportunity to venture outside and encounter Envy who slowly started to work his way into the human's mind. Ideas such as Pride would never care about her because he despises humans, that he didn't even care about Elpis back in the days but enjoyed being the first and "owning" her through her irresponsible affection towards him. Of course, he didn't call the names and used metaphors to suggest the ideas. Pride didn't love her. he'd rather be with his sibling Lust -courtesy of Elpis' dreams- because they were akin.
Only her could understand him in ways neither Asma or Elpis could. Only her could help him achieve his goals. This broke the human's heart who decided to sketch her pain away. she didn't have any companion outside of her sketchbooks. She couldn't have any aside from Envy she met during one of her transgressions, but even him didn't see her more than twice a week to keep her mind busy with thoughts.
The passion that existed in her heart didn't cease but was followed with melancholia and the typical sadness one would feel after a break-up. They couldn't even break up.. they were nothing. she was nothing to him and for the first time since she got forced into this situation, Asma realized that she might not have the strength to keep going like that. so she sketched and cried herself to sleep, wishing she never felt this way for the sin and that maybe, ultimately, dying wasn't so bad if it could take that pain away. Jealousy was consuming her along with a general envy of Elpis previous relationship with him and the fact he was doing all of this to save /her// what could Asma do against gods, sins and all the supernatural creatures? she was just human, trash in the eyes of the gods. Nothing but a sand grain in the eye. Human.. and afraid.
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