[ She doesn't flinch this time, but she can't help slumping further onto the sink as her nosebleed gets worse. Her head is spinning and the memories she's being bombarded with are dreamlike and garbled, but she can't black out now. She can't. ]
How - how freaking dare you tell me what I am? It's possible that I'm not the Angel who was on Pandora, but I've made friends and done things and - and I've lived more than she ever did! That's real enough for m-me. And loving you is real, too, cheesy as that sounds. Some things might be lies, but nobody's gonna take - that's mine. Ours.
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[ She doesn't flinch this time, but she can't help slumping further onto the sink as her nosebleed gets worse. Her head is spinning and the memories she's being bombarded with are dreamlike and garbled, but she can't black out now. She can't. ]
How - how freaking dare you tell me what I am? It's possible that I'm not the Angel who was on Pandora, but I've made friends and done things and - and I've lived more than she ever did! That's real enough for m-me. And loving you is real, too, cheesy as that sounds. Some things might be lies, but nobody's gonna take - that's mine. Ours.