“you can have control over your mind. fight it.”

she’s been free for like five minutes and immediately reaches out: heal the damage she caused, try to free a fellow prisoner, take the weapon her abuser put in her hands and turn it on him, rip off the wings he took from her, scream into the storm, shield a friend from his own pain.

“welcome fuckin’ back, fuck some shit up,” so say we all. “how do you want to do this?" so say we all. "sometimes it’s fuckin’ poetic,” so say we all.

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