[ Laying in his arms like this, surrounded by his warmth through the coat and the softness of pretty black-and glowy feathers, Tessla learns a peace she hasn't felt since she was deemed large enough for the serious experiments. It's like he's taking away her pain a little bit, hiding the stabbing, ripping, tearing agony behind kind eyes and kind words. ]
I... would like to see more sisters.
[ Tessla whispers, her voice slowly starting to sound more like just her and not entwined with the other plants - but so, so much fainter. It hurts to speak, but she doesn't want to go back to the bed of sisters quite yet. With the edge of her misery dulled slightly, the little girl carefully turns her eye-wing to look up at her brother and then the sky.
She likes the sky. It has pretty colors. ]
You feel sad, red brother.
[ Tessla says, a tremor in her voice that ends in a raspy, wet breath. Her eyes slowly close, and her grip on his coat loosens as her consciousness wavers. ]
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I... would like to see more sisters.
[ Tessla whispers, her voice slowly starting to sound more like just her and not entwined with the other plants - but so, so much fainter. It hurts to speak, but she doesn't want to go back to the bed of sisters quite yet. With the edge of her misery dulled slightly, the little girl carefully turns her eye-wing to look up at her brother and then the sky.
She likes the sky. It has pretty colors. ]
You feel sad, red brother.
[ Tessla says, a tremor in her voice that ends in a raspy, wet breath. Her eyes slowly close, and her grip on his coat loosens as her consciousness wavers. ]