Esme sighs
Esme: Of fuckin' course. Well, thanks for the help...
She starts to walk away
"Where are you going!?"
He followed after Esme.
Esme: No fuckin' clue, but I'll figure it out...
"Mh...you shouldn't."
Esme: Yeah...I don't need your help...or-or your pity...
She touches her wings gently, wincing. She sighs
Esme: I-I chose this...
"Why?"
Esme: ...Because it's better than the alternative. Anything would be better-death would be better than marrying that asshole...
"OU, there was a marrige!? What happened? Who was he?!"
Esme: Eep! W-why do you care!?
"Runs in the family, we're nosy."
