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When the prince spoke about her, Rage giggled.

"Look, look~ Look at the weak little princeling... You could break his pretty little neck and he couldn't do a thing~" Rage told her, it was almost like she was beside, whispering.

"Of course I am~ I'm you remember?" Rage told her again. The butterflies landed on her plate as the episode began to fade. But she still felt that sadness. She gripped her arms, her nails cutting into her skin like little knives. She began to bleed lightly, her red blood becoming a weird purple color when it hit the air. The butterflies that were still there began to lick at the blood on the table.

"My, my~ Aren't they hungry~? You could eat too~ Just snap~ Snap, dear one, snap..." An felt the wings threatening to explode from her back, her long straw like tail hanging off the chair. She knew there was fur appearing on her shoulders, arms, legs. She had to control it. No one would ever like her again if she didn't. The butterflies began to die faster.

"T-Tian! I-I, um, I k-know I kind of left unexpectedly before s-so I want to say I'm sorry. I-I was having a p-panic attack a-and I f-felt like I couldn't b-breathe so I s-started panicking a-and didn't know what to do a-and I-I'm really, really sorry. I-It was rude of me."

She looked up at the boy and smiled weakly. "I'm glad you came back aru... Then I won't change into that thing again aru... Thank you Wurf aru..." she barely registered the other boy but still smelt him.