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❝Do you know? Do you know how to fly again?❞
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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF7BC1 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #4ba348】
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The reality of being a demon that Echo described to Flo was, well, incredibly bleak, to say the least. Life as a question, to a girl that almost obsesses over finding answers as a living, it was quite, well, frustrating, wasn't it? Flo's mind was an inquisitive one, and such a mind was always asking questions, buzzing about to make sense of the world in a satisfactory way. Something like simply being content with leaving life as a question, well, that was most likely not possible for her. "Is there a way?" Flo asked grimly, none of her usual snarky charm apparent at the moment as she faced her best friend. "A way for us to not end up begging to death out of sheer boredom and repetition?" Irritation lined her usual delicate features and the pinkette fell silent for a few moments.
Simply by virtue of being a demon, Echo was stripped the rights to having a dream. Flo wanted to change that somehow, to make it possible for her dear friend to live free, rather than in a birdcage. It would have been easier to solve this puzzle before she too had become a demon - all Flo needed to do was release Echo and then bribe enough people to not give pursuit. However, now that she couldn't release Echo, something else needed to be done. "We both know you didn't have a choice." Flo sighed, eyes glowing just a tad. She shook it off, amethyst returning to it's normal gleam. "Alistair was a monster, and my mother engineered Director Harway's death, you were only ever a tool." Not that they'd ever be able to prove it, since most people in the know of LaFleur's takeover were dead now, long gone, other than Baroness Lachesis, but her testimony wouldn't hold up on court, seeing as how she's a demon.
"Don't worry, we've got many years to think of something." Stay logical, stay calculating, never let emotion take control of the numbers, only be the driving force behind them. "For now we can't do anything until my lungs have acclimatized anyways, which Wei predicts will take years." If Wei was smart, he'd know that her lungs were essentially keeping her hostage, and if he was anything like LaFleur or Harway, he'd intentionally keep her lungs from acclimatizing, wouldn't he? And Flo would never be able to know, not without proof. "Let's go take a stroll, people might think we're eloping, chatting secretly in a corner like this, hmm?" The usual snake-like grin was there and she gave Echo a hug, the beginnings of a plan already bubbling to the surface of her mind, a plan to bring both herself and Echo freedom from the Tower Society.
Yes, that would be her purpose for the time being, her goal to work towards. "Thanks for the talk, Echo! Looks like you've solved my dilemma just like that." As long as she had this secret agenda, she wouldn't lose to the monotony of being a demon.