[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1131065754469539920/1131065953820610652/Zero.gif[/img][/center][color=gray][sup][b][color=#AACCDD]MENTIONS:[/color][/b] [@Skai]
[b][color=#AACCDD]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] Still talking with new roommate Haven
[b][color=#AACCDD]LOCATION:[/color][/b] New Alcatraz, San Francisco, California, US
[b][color=#AACCDD]NOW PLAYING:[/color][/b] [url=https://open.spotify.com/track/4K0odcECsBvgzv9Lr9z4kd?si=4147157d8afb48a2]♫ C418 - Aria Math ♫[/url][/sup][/color]
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[indent][indent][color=gainsboro]It's official. Haven was one of the good ones.

Zee saw the statement as what it was: an olive branch of empathy and understanding. Were she literally another person, she would go right up to the winged girl and hug her tight. Alas, her touch kills and still she feels nothing. The best Zee could offer was a small smile. Rigid and fleeting, but certainly looked more genuine than the last, the permafrost around her eyes creasing ever so slightly.

[color=#AACCDD]"That's nice of you to say,"[/color] Zee said. [color=#AACCDD]"Thank you. I'll try my best to not be a threat to anyone here."[/color] Emotion still failed to color her voice, but she tried to. God, did it strain her, but she tried. Sighing, her eyes averted to the slow defrost of the water bottle, this plastic microcosm of the long thaw in the north and south. The sigh was soon replaced by a rhythmic hum. A melody from the past, eliciting images of foggy forests and endless lava buckets. Lava was a similar sort of destruction to the one on her hands. Uncontrollable, unstable, indiscriminate. How Zee wished the power to destroy remained solely in the confines of Creative Mode.

[color=#AACCDD]"And don't worry. I don't have the emotional capacity to have enemies."[/color] Was this another joke? No, it wasn't. Factual sincerity in her voice, this was the truth. Zee has no enemies. There is only Zee, and everyone else...and Haven.

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