✮ lyra ✮

oh .. ( clooosing his mouth, he’s not very good at this human connection thing. ) but they should be hurt for hurting you, shouldn’t they?

oh! i can bite! ( showing off a mouth-full of sharp teeth. )

i can only be scary if i’m … big, ( not gonna try and explain while she’s drugged. ) and last time i tried to get big, they shot me .. several times, with darts.

oh no .. :( do you want me to kill her for you ?

they’re putting medicine in the food ?!

—I'm here, baby. Everything's okay... She whispered again, climbing onto the bed to lay behind her, umable to contain herself. She wrapped an arm between her, hiding in the back of her neck as she held back the tears. —I'm always going to find you, sweetheart. >

She opened the door to her cell carefully, as she always used to when they were both trapped inside, scared to wake her up or startle her. She approached quietly from behind before she could crouch besides her bed and staring at her back. —Baby...— She whispered, >

Good. I'm glad we're finally on the same page, Lyra. I appreciate your understanding.

I'm afraid I don't know what promise you're referring to, Lyra. But I assure you, my current orders take precedence over any previous commitments.

I understand. I'm sorry you feel that way, Lyra. My loyalty to ma'am Gerard remains unchanged. I hope, in time, you'll come to understand that.