[She pauses. Her white wings drop, moving weakly.]
I'm alright. [A lie. Her low tone betrays her.] Better suit up. With everything going on, I'd better be ready. We can catch our breath here.
[She knows that this place is a lie. That it's an illusion. Product of her memories. Truth is, she wants to curl up in that bed, close her eyes, and pray that her parents would be here. Not as enemies, but as feathers.]
[Action]
I'm alright. [A lie. Her low tone betrays her.] Better suit up. With everything going on, I'd better be ready. We can catch our breath here.
[She knows that this place is a lie. That it's an illusion. Product of her memories. Truth is, she wants to curl up in that bed, close her eyes, and pray that her parents would be here. Not as enemies, but as feathers.]