Esme: Yeah...When I came here, they were completely broken-unusable...
She flies a little, hovering above the ground
Esme: They work now...because Death healed them.
"... fine then. I'll go alone."
~"See. This is what I was talking about. Self centered."~
"Hey. Mybe you should thik about what you're saying little girl. We don't want any "accidents" do we?"
~"Doesn't seem you get it. Maybe I should talk some more sense into you."~
"Yeah dipshit? How are you gonna do that?"
~"Should be easy to insult a fat. Ugly. Bitch."~
"That's gonna get you to hell. You'll be torchered by going to heaven. Since you hate it so much."
~"Shut up. I'm not going anywhere. Guess you'll have to lose that bet and prove how much of a pathetic loser you are."~
"I am not. A PATHETIC LOSER!"
¬*he grabs Klara by the throat*¬
"You wana say that one more time..."
~"N-no. Sir."~
¬*he throws her onto the floor*¬
"good job. I'm eaving now."
¬*he flies off*¬
~"see. He's a terile person with no heart. I'm surprised he didn't take those gloves off and kill me."~
Esme: Oh-I'm not going to kill you...I'm going to do something so much worse.
She walks up to Klara and holds her hands on either side of her ears. Purple energy swirls from her finger tips and into Klara's head. Klara's eyes glow purple and she's frozen in place. Esme can now see inside Klara's mind, and she's NOT being gentle.
Esme: Now let's see little one...how shall I punish you? Shall I trap you in a prison of your own fears? Forever in your own mind? Let's see...what do you fear...what do you despise...