.&& BROKEN DIALOGUE                              “I have no ‘pals.’ ”

          ”What... are you doing?”

     The girl’s expression is blank for a few moments. It remains that way, even as she cracks the other girl on top of her head with her fist as payback.          ❝I wouldn’t advise that.❞

     The girl’s attention is caught by footsteps, eerily familiar. Whipping around, she sees that one girl; the one she just so happened to stab up a few years ago. …Ah.          ❝…Oh. It’s you.❞

     The other had somehow managed to bang up the devil-god pretty good, and Sil wasn’t exactly doing too well. In fact, she was trashed to the point that she dropped over and landed in a sitting position on the ground. Now, the other would’ve been able to stab her up some more if black, large spikes made of Oubliette’s dark energy didn’t start spiking out of Sil’s body, essentially ruining her inside and out; seems that the red sea demon saw her chance to rid of her vessel. The spikes turned to a black fluid, and Sil could hear the demon’s voice in her head mocking her while she grew cold. Much to Sil’s surprise, that odd girl wrapped her arms around her, almost like in a hug. Sil couldn’t care less about who it was anymore; at least she wasn’t dying alone, she figured, and let her head drop onto the girl’s chest as darkness overtook her.

     And she’s turning around just as fast, chasing her like a wolf.

     One moment, the hybrid child was walking along a forested path, just strolling; and the next thing she knew, there was a blade protruding from her chest, having gotten stabbed in the back. Unfortunately, for whoever it was, a devil-god wasn’t very submissive to pain, so she whipped around and locked her hand around their throat with the blade still stuck inside them. Not a good idea.          ❝How dare you.❞

♚ - He stares at her for a moment, confused as to why this small girl knew him. Then it hit him. The colored skin, the human eyes, the chestnut hair. This was Gretia, his sister. No, his alive sister. She... she was alive. His eyes go wide at the realization and his hands begin to shake, swallowing hard he tries to push down his... depression? Happiness? He didn’t know what he felt. On one hand, he was happy she was alive. She deserved to be alive. But on the other... he wished he was alive, too. He couldn’t stay with her anymore if she was alive and he wasn’t. “G- I...” Where to begin, where to go, what to say? “I think.. you may have the wrong person.” That’s one way to take it.