"What do you mean by that"?
Echo is upset.
She is digging into my mind.
What she found upset her.
I don't answer her.
I don't have permission.
This is Heela.
Control.
This is why some people would rather kill themselves before being taken by her.
She would make them kill the people they love, I'm sure she has before.
Blue bird.
Keep my body from the fire.
"What is that supposed to mean"?
Echoes question lingers in the room as she grips her knife tight, ready to lunge across the table.
I take the opportunity to pop a few more berries in my mouth.
She can bounce around in my mind as much as she wants.
Heela doesn't talk to her out loud, but by the tightening of her hands she is being told to leave.
I'm not satisfied when she leaves, I pity her.
She is missing out on a delicious meal.
"That was unpleasant".
