[ She doesn't even stop for a beat to consider those words before they already fly out of her mouth. She moves to lean on the table in front of her with her arms, and then buries her face against them, not even looking at Break's little idle display here. She sure doesn't look like a witch like this - despite her outfit still being the same as before, with all the golden feathers. Ange looks much more like a sulking child.
But maybe that's what she is, to a certain extent. There's only so many times you can have your good intentions thrown aside by the people you care for before it starts to break your heart. ]
I always wondered why the witch that was supposed to grant miracles was just the worst. [ Thanks, Bernkastel. Thanks for nothing!! ]
But I figured it out. It's since miracles suck.
[ Granted, it may be a very specific thing that makes Ange say that, given that the 'miracle' of her family returning to her, the one she wished for her entire life, turned out to be one of the worst things she ever had to go through.
And that's coming from a girl who was torn apart while still alive. ]
If you want something to happen, you have to do it yourself. That's what those people don't accept. They'd rather wait forever on Trench to throw them a scrap of anything, even when it's buried in a pile of garbage.
[ Sure, her tone is mostly sulking, but there is some genuine hurt in it. In fact, the more she speaks on, the more the hurt overtakes all other hints of emotion present in her voice. Break of all people can easily pick up on that, as used as he has to be at this point to Ange's nuances. ]
.. I hate it. I hate them. If they don't need me, then I don't need them anymore either. [ Inhaling a breath, Ange finally moves to sit up again. ] This place is fine with just us. You, Ruby, me.. I don't know why I ever thought I'd need anyone else, if they don't understand me the way you two do.
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[ She doesn't even stop for a beat to consider those words before they already fly out of her mouth. She moves to lean on the table in front of her with her arms, and then buries her face against them, not even looking at Break's little idle display here. She sure doesn't look like a witch like this - despite her outfit still being the same as before, with all the golden feathers. Ange looks much more like a sulking child.
But maybe that's what she is, to a certain extent. There's only so many times you can have your good intentions thrown aside by the people you care for before it starts to break your heart. ]
I always wondered why the witch that was supposed to grant miracles was just the worst. [ Thanks, Bernkastel. Thanks for nothing!! ]
But I figured it out. It's since miracles suck.
[ Granted, it may be a very specific thing that makes Ange say that, given that the 'miracle' of her family returning to her, the one she wished for her entire life, turned out to be one of the worst things she ever had to go through.
And that's coming from a girl who was torn apart while still alive. ]
If you want something to happen, you have to do it yourself. That's what those people don't accept. They'd rather wait forever on Trench to throw them a scrap of anything, even when it's buried in a pile of garbage.
[ Sure, her tone is mostly sulking, but there is some genuine hurt in it. In fact, the more she speaks on, the more the hurt overtakes all other hints of emotion present in her voice. Break of all people can easily pick up on that, as used as he has to be at this point to Ange's nuances. ]
.. I hate it. I hate them. If they don't need me, then I don't need them anymore either. [ Inhaling a breath, Ange finally moves to sit up again. ] This place is fine with just us. You, Ruby, me.. I don't know why I ever thought I'd need anyone else, if they don't understand me the way you two do.