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"Go screw yourself, angel boy." Hailey bit back, pushing herself off the wall with a small grunt of pain. She found she had no such luck, as everyone besides the downed angel seemed to notice. "What?" she snapped.

"You alright?" Serae asked, noticing her bloody shirt.
"Fine." she replied, pushing herself toward her friend. "Just a little-" she was cut off when Serae stepped between her, and Mediele moved behind her. She blinked, and in an instant, Serae pushed his hands to her head.
"Hey-!" She started but was cut off.

Images flung through her head, before settling on her memories of the fight.

"Miniel, enough of these games!" "I will fight you!" "You can't be faring well, will that nasty wound on your chest. Please, Mini, stop!" "I won't let you harm Spyrth!" "Miniel, I grow tired of this!" "This will not end until you surrender." "This is serious, Miniel, stop this petty grudge!" "I'll just keep dying until I win!" "In another time, we could have been a family." "I never want to be stuck at your side, you controlling parasite!"

Different parts of her memories played for her, and she knew quickly that Serae was seeing them as well. One memory seemed to catch his attention, and he grabbed at it.

"What are you doing?" "I'm making a painting!" "Yeah, I see that. But why?" "I don't know, this apartment looks ugly and boring." "Hey, this is a nice place!" "Maybe for you, but if I'm living here this needs to change." "Control freak." "Haha."