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[b]”You’re…”[/b]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjgW6Q6sf5U&ab_channel=TsundereChan]Wings.[/url]

He sees them.

What’s left of them.

What [i]is[/i] left of them?

[color=9D36FF]Shut up, he doesn’t care about that kind of thing.[/color]

How do you know? 

He’s staring.

[color=9D36FF]He is not.[/color]

Wouldn’t you? 

You’ve insulted people for less than the disaster you are now.

[b]"Bianca, right?[/b]

[color=9D36FF]”Um, yeah Bianca Nuit. Former member of VGNB.[/color]

Former huh?

Tough break.

[color=9D36FF]Shut. 

Up.[/color]
[color=9D36FF]“I’ve been told that I might be able to join a team, I guess. I’m not really in the… Right shape.[/color]

Right shape. That’s a joke.

You’re hardly even classifiable as a shape. You’re a mess who made her team risk their life and her own because she couldn’t hold her own in a fight.

[color=9D36FF]“Doctor’s say I’ve got a long road ahead of me. At least seven to nine years of recovery and physio-therapy. But maybe one day I’ll join a team.”[/color]

Why won’t you just admit it?

Quit rambling and stop wasting his time.

You’ll never be anything. Ever. This was your last chance.

[color=9D36FF]”But you know, I think that I might just get in there after all. What’s the point of staying cooped up in here while everyone else does their best to save the world while I waste away in this hospital room? 

There isn’t a point. Not one that I can see. So it’s not what I’m going to do. I’ll just have to learn how to fight without my…. 

I’ll have to work around my…

Wings.

I’ll have to figure out a method of fighting that doesn’t involve my wings.”[/color]

My thought process was revitalizingly silent. There was no other thoughts, no doubts. Just silence. It was a refreshing silence.

By the time I had reveled in it long enough I realized I had left Luke out to dry, he and the others were looking at me waiting for something. It was the same look I got from the nurses, the same look Estelle gave me on my way in, Napoli gave me that look, even Vega when she saw what Bianca had picked up off the floor in the office.

But it wasn’t just one look, rather there were two, three, maybe even five looks interlaid within one another that created this complex emotion that everyone seemed to thrust upon me. It first started with Gratia. When a pair of black-clad arms wrapped gently around me, she pulled me into an embrace with her soft wool turtleneck, I could feel it against my clammy skin. 

[color=66cd00]”You really are a fucking birdbrain, aren’t you, Bianca?”[/color]

Guilt, remorse, sadness, anger, hatred, fear, anguish. Not many could recognize such a vast range of emotion within Gratia’s sullen gaze, but I did. Perhaps it was because in the act of taking one life she felt more empathetic than ever. For it had felt she had ended not one but two people that day. 

Yet here she was. Still holding on to some invisible hope.

But hold on she would.

[color=9D36FF] “I’m sorry, you didn’t come here to visit me, I shouldn’t be taking you away from whomever should be so lucky to borrow your time today. Have a good day Luke.”[/color]