Damien: W-why? Well-I don't know...your wings turned purple and then you just kind of freaked out...
"Change scares me at times...from trauma..."
Damien: O-oh...I'm sorry...
"i-its fine"
Damien sighs
Damien:...I'm half blind, you know. I've heard people whispering-I know how people feel when they see my eye...I can't see out of it at all...
-she looks away-
"Maybe we should get a motel.."
Damien: Hm? Y-yeah...that's probably a good idea...
"yeah.."
-she starts to blush-
"Can you carry me?"
Damien blushes a little
Damien: Hm? I-y-yeah, sure...
they arive at the motel
