I don't know, I don't k̛̜̰̗̜͗̇͗̽̂n̴̫̲͙̣̞͈͉͂ͬͭo̫̣̣ͬ͐͒͛ͤ̕ͅẁ̘̉́! [ She sobs, shaking her head. It's a weird thing to watch, when the eyes do not follow the movements. Instead they're busy crying even without tearducts. ] I lost... I lost pieces. In the sand. My legs.
[ Not a lot was left to hold that piece to her, and it was easier to move after they had ripped away. It had hurt so, so bad, but that wasn't new. It was even easier when she was the one doing the hurting. Her choices.
A hand peeks out from the feathers and she grasps Vash's, linking their fingers together - letting his growing feathers meet with her own. ]
People will always hurt us. Y̫̣o̮̮̺̜͉̎ͮ̓ͅṳ̯͌̃ͫ̄̀̊ͨ.̰̦͇̭̇ They need to go away.
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[ Not a lot was left to hold that piece to her, and it was easier to move after they had ripped away. It had hurt so, so bad, but that wasn't new. It was even easier when she was the one doing the hurting. Her choices.
A hand peeks out from the feathers and she grasps Vash's, linking their fingers together - letting his growing feathers meet with her own. ]
People will always hurt us. Y̫̣o̮̮̺̜͉̎ͮ̓ͅṳ̯͌̃ͫ̄̀̊ͨ.̰̦͇̭̇ They need to go away.
J̺̱͓͕ͬ̿͝Ō̰ͥI̪͍͚̲̙̘̣̐̃̿̿̅̚N̊̽̈ ͙ͧ́ͤ̓̇̂Ṳ̉̎ͪS̵̖̦̭͐̑̃̀
No! Don't s̯̪̅c̖̬̻͕a̧̰̗̓r͉̩̞͙̊̎ͫ̏ͫ́ę͉̖͙̻ͤ̈͋̑ͅ him!
[ The young girl smacks a wing into another wing, fighting with herself. ]