I heard W05W answer my cry, but I myself was unable to respond to her, for Mary had stolen my attention.
- they are all the same-
She whispers in my head. Her voice echo-y and drastically calm.
-they claim not to be, but we know they are, don't we...Ultra?-
She speaks my name. A name which has not been used since my arrival. A name which is used normally to let me know I'm the one they speak too, but not for Mary. Mary use this name only when she speaks by memory. When she uses my past to mix it in with her lies. This is the only time I fear hearing my name.
-We all know how they can seem honest, at first...-
She manifests in front of me as she speaks the rest and begins to circulate me.
"Caring, loyal, honest, even at times helpful. But we all know where this leads too, don't we? We all know what will happen at the end of the day. How they will use you, hurt you, untill they leave you."
Her words perolizes me to the core. I couldn't move or scream, nothing to let the others know of my presence even though I wasn't bound to anything. I felt fear and anguish. My heart frozen for the moment as I felt anger creep up on me from the memories of all the things "they" had done to me.
-No-
I growled in head
-They ARE different. And you are wrong-
I couldnt capture most of the conversation the inmates had with out me, but I heard enough to be aware of a plan being in motion. Seeing how both W05W and W03Z claw the ground to help those who had past, made me sure of myself. They had nothing to gain by helping the incasurated souls of our fellow inmates, yet they choose to help. This gave me strength, not only to believe in the good of my friends, but to escape the perolized state I was put in by Mary.
-you poor thing-
She taunts, then vanishes as I began to move forward to be noticed.
"Three"
I corrected the male that calls himself Rainmaker in remarks of him saying I had only two souls. Although I didn't know if he counted myself as one. Or if he counted Scarlets 3 personalities as one. Still, I found it fit to have her split as 3
"There are three aside from me"
I dare not count Mary as one, for she was never on our side. THAT, she made clear
I wondered if it was the darkness that had shield me or if was my stillness that had made me invisable, but I made myself presence and quickly dove to the ground to help the girls dig as I asummed we had not much time.
-Time. Is there such thing? Yet we always feel like we run out of it.-
