[ Anger takes so much energy, energy that could have gone to trying to heal herself, but Tessla doesn't know that; doesn't know anything other than said anger, pain and loneliness. There's so little left of her that it's impossible for a child to know where to even start.
Laying here feels so nice, though. Warm and soft and soothing, taking some of that agony and leaving unspecific but pleasant fuzziness instead. Feeling safe and cared for is so new to her that she's not even sure what to make of the feeling, only that it better than anger and pain.
Then she hears the other person again, and she twitches slightly in Vash's arms. A big dark place? That sounded scary... but so did a light. They had stuck a lot of lights in her eyes, and the sharp lights in the box made her sick. The Wolf said Vash would be there, though. Right? ] Okay. [ She finally replies, a little uncertain about it all.
Then her red brother speaks again, mentioning the sharp brother. ]
Ǧ̟̥͎̼̝̬̇̆ͯ͂ͬ́ͅū͚̦͌ͣ͒̄̈́i͍̊ͫ̈ͣ̑d̻̮̝͕͙͖̪̒͞e̡͙̾ͤͩͧ̏... [ She mumbles, wondering what that word means and why it made her brother feel a lot of feelings. It seems it will help, though. Because her red brother is made of helping. Asking another brother to come fix her.
She likes having brothers. ]
The sisters... they're part of me. I'm part of ț̷̩̖̺̱̦͓͊̾̈̚h͚̲̭͉̞̥͈ͩe̹̥̳̲̭̦͛̌ͪ̐̄̎m̗ͨͣ͟. They want to keep me safe. [ Tessla starts, and the cocoon sways a bit, a few wings stretching. The hole in the middle where she pulled herself free is also bleeding, an open wound in their half-assimilated shared body. ] They will help.
[ They've been helping ever since the crash, to stop her crying, to shield her body, to hold her tight every time her soul cracked and she screamed and screamed until there was no air left to fill her sick lungs. Protectors, nurses and avengers, creating a feathery hospice for a girl who should have been loved. ]
I don't know any other sisters.
[ She eventually says, and her voice is wet and unsteady, blue eyes hazy on the wing that hosts them. ]
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Laying here feels so nice, though. Warm and soft and soothing, taking some of that agony and leaving unspecific but pleasant fuzziness instead. Feeling safe and cared for is so new to her that she's not even sure what to make of the feeling, only that it better than anger and pain.
Then she hears the other person again, and she twitches slightly in Vash's arms. A big dark place? That sounded scary... but so did a light. They had stuck a lot of lights in her eyes, and the sharp lights in the box made her sick. The Wolf said Vash would be there, though. Right? ] Okay. [ She finally replies, a little uncertain about it all.
Then her red brother speaks again, mentioning the sharp brother. ]
Ǧ̟̥͎̼̝̬̇̆ͯ͂ͬ́ͅū͚̦͌ͣ͒̄̈́i͍̊ͫ̈ͣ̑d̻̮̝͕͙͖̪̒͞e̡͙̾ͤͩͧ̏... [ She mumbles, wondering what that word means and why it made her brother feel a lot of feelings. It seems it will help, though. Because her red brother is made of helping. Asking another brother to come fix her.
She likes having brothers. ]
The sisters... they're part of me. I'm part of ț̷̩̖̺̱̦͓͊̾̈̚h͚̲̭͉̞̥͈ͩe̹̥̳̲̭̦͛̌ͪ̐̄̎m̗ͨͣ͟. They want to keep me safe. [ Tessla starts, and the cocoon sways a bit, a few wings stretching. The hole in the middle where she pulled herself free is also bleeding, an open wound in their half-assimilated shared body. ] They will help.
[ They've been helping ever since the crash, to stop her crying, to shield her body, to hold her tight every time her soul cracked and she screamed and screamed until there was no air left to fill her sick lungs. Protectors, nurses and avengers, creating a feathery hospice for a girl who should have been loved. ]
I don't know any other sisters.
[ She eventually says, and her voice is wet and unsteady, blue eyes hazy on the wing that hosts them. ]