Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140814205432/@comment-7838080-20140814211806

Deryn looked at the mask that she often wore on the nightstand near her, an adaptation from a past she desperately wanted to forget, but was forever etched into her mind. It reminded the girl of what they had become, and what she didn't want to be called. Even though it was something that was unavoidable.

''That's what we've become...monsters...on the same level as the Grimm that haunt the nightmares of children and the forests and wilderness of Remnant. How far will we continue to fall... ''

She then looked at where she was. She was in a hospital room, recovering from her injuries that she sustained. Of course...it wasn't helped that she turned herself into a suicide weapon to put herself in this mess. Deryn groaned as she turned her body, still in tremendous pain.

And finally...I don't have to grasp at straws for answers anymore...

The falcon then let a smile appear on her face as she thought of the boy she met...and the confession that he made to her. A warmth settled in her heart.

''And finally...someone who loves me...and still alive to actually say it. ''