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Anwen pouted, quite disappointed. "That's all? Really? No zombies, or ancient magical artifacts with the power to destroy worlds, or even a half-decent potted plant?"

Upon further introspection, she didn't know quite what she'd been thinking, but...this was the first person she'd ever actually hosted in her home, so she had no idea whatsoever what the standard practice was. What did she do? She'd asked him what his home was like, and been quite disappointed by the answer. Her head dropped to Cloud, and she stroked the small body for a moment before jumping up declaratively. "That's it! Tomorrow I'm coming to your house! You said Room 226, right?" Her pout stretched into an enormous smile. "I'll be there at noon or whatever!"

With that said, she walked bouncily over to the wall and grasped the sword. After a moment, the bindings of wood holding it in place receded and she pulled it away from the wall, walking up to Alason. "I saw you looking at my sword! It's pretty, isn't it?" She held it out to him in a clear invitation. "Oh!" she added hastily, "but don't touch the thorns!" With that somewhat mystifying warning, she walked over to the "door" and stood for a moment, looking out. "I know it looks kinda out of place, that's the sword I used whenever a Hunter found me in the woods. That was a long time ago..." she trailed off, the smile in her voice fading away. "They called me—[i]us[/i]—evil spirits. And there hasn't been an us for a very long time."

Her voice began to wobble as her emotions began to run unchecked. "I...[i]killed[/i] a lot of people. Why did I kill them?" She began to shake with faint sobs, bouncing from one emotional extreme to another with extraordinary speed. The walls of the tree suddenly began to constrict in on themselves as she cried, dropping to a sitting position as she let her head fall. The gap sealed up, and the furniture began to shrink away into the encroaching walls. They slowly crushed in towards the two as they were left in complete and total darkness. A great groaning emanated from the wood around them as it began to contort even further away from its natural shape and crush inwards upon themselves as Anwen's usually completely forgotten self-loathing began to emerge from its dark pit.

"Why?" she shrieked, her voice magnified tenfold in the tiny space, "why didn't they just go away? I didn't want to hurt them!"