[She takes the space of a long blink to breathe in deep, letting his words consume her for long enough that she might attempt to understand them. They fit her snugly, like a warm jacket. There's no good reason she can put on this, how it feels intensely accurate. It just does.]
[One has not overtaken the other as of yet. All potential. Except for in those brief moments when one or the other part of her slips out, all talons and sharp beak, and rips into the world before receding.]
[She glances at him. He's looking out. He's protecting her. But is that just a ploy before betrayal?]
He was my friend. [He was more.] Now he's something else.
[ Spam ]
[One has not overtaken the other as of yet. All potential. Except for in those brief moments when one or the other part of her slips out, all talons and sharp beak, and rips into the world before receding.]
[She glances at him. He's looking out. He's protecting her. But is that just a ploy before betrayal?]
He was my friend. [He was more.] Now he's something else.