She bit her bottom lip, wondering if it would jog her memory. A light smile came to her face, "I guess it won't hurt." She was a bit nervous, her wound had stopped bleeding though. And for once someone wasn't insisting that she go lay down or something. It kinda felt nice, she didn't know if she'd get more memory back or if it'd be a dead end. But she figured she could try. She wondered if all her "things" about flying were exactly as she thought or if it was just all wrong.
She wondered how he was planning on doing it, but she didn't fear him. She only feared her memories, friendships and that she'd never feel joy. She didn't fear pain or hate since all she had was pain most of the time.
She wondered how he was planning on doing it, but she didn't fear him. She only feared her memories, friendships and that she'd never feel joy. She didn't fear pain or hate since all she had was pain most of the time.