"Don't you want to be free, Phineas?" Adelia inquired after the Chimera had told his story, her soft voice echoing in the hallway held up by towering alabaster pillars and illuminated by eerie green flame tongues.
She lay on the center stage, her hair sprawled in a fan-like shape while she kept both hands on her belly.
Phineas was in a similar posture though his hair unfortunately was not as long or lustrous as Adelia's.
"Free, my lady?"
Adelia nodded. "Both of us were born into already established roles, hardly given the choice to decline or accept. From birth, we have had to be told to live a certain way, to act a certain way… doesn't that bother you?"
"... I'm not sure, my lady," Phineas replied truthfully.
"How come?"
Phineas, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, remarked. "I wouldn't say that I don't understand what it means to be free, my lady, but for my kind, freedom is a curse that leads to a terrible death."
