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|| Fight Song|| Rachel Platten ||
Alice followed Sonata down the stairs, back to where they were carving pumpkins. "Ophie, be careful, okay?" Alice whimpered, she didn't want Ophie to obtain anymore injuries. "I can carve it!" Alice's picture of a leaf was a bit wobbly, but she wanted to do it herself. Sonata helped Ophie into the chair at the table, a plastic sheet laid down so that they wouldn't make too big a mess. Cal joined them as well, quietly taking a seat on the other side of Alice. Viola joined them as well, placing tea and cookies on the table for them to eat while they carved. Alice reached for a cookie, nibbling on it and offering some to Bunbun while she carved. She took the knife, Cal helping her despite Alice insisting that she could do it herself.
"It looks like someone has hit the terrible two's," he joked, but it made sense that Alice was trying to do things for herself. She felt insecure, she felt afraid. She had barely been back home a week before someone else tried to kidnap her. She wanted to stay here, Alice was afraid to leave. She was scared of going outside without someone with her, or sleeping alone, least someone break into her room again and try to take her from there. Baron Pierce had put in a window that no longer opened after the last break in, but the mist demons had phased right through it, as though it wasn't even there. If Viola hadn't been there to make noise and try and stop them, no doubt Alice would have been dragged to Paris already. She shivered, remembering how scared she had been. Why couldn't she be strong like Monaka?
Why couldn't she have been born brave like Ophie? Who could jump into action without fearing anything. Alice was afraid of her own shadow, but it was no doubt largely due to her upbringing. People like her were the scapegoats, they were the ones no one was afraid to hit because they knew they wouldn't bite back. Even now, Alice never lifted a finger to defend herself because it was so ingraned in her nature that she was the lowest of the low, that she did not deserve to be helped, because that's what was beaten into her. Try to stop it and it would only get worse. Those were the lessons the humans learned, the one that they would have to follow from birth to death if they wanted to live past their rebellious teenage years.
"Alice, be careful. Watch where you're cutting," Cal warned, helping guide her hands so that she did not cut her fingers. She pouted and he let go. "Fine, fine, do it on your own, just be more careful." He pat her head with his one hand and sighed, snatching up a cookie and a cup of tea. The fire in the hearth was roaring, full blast. It was cold out, but it was toasty on the inside, especially with tea and cookies, Alice thought.