“I write for the smartest Audience in the world, I write for myself.

And I figure that everyone else is as smart as I am, or smarter.”

“Miss Lucky. Please, have a seat.” The Director looks at me almost expectantly. I oblige only because I’m tired. Prefer standing. Something about this room is unnaturally calm.

“Director. A pleasure.” I curtsey to him before sitting, lifting my flame-scented skirt to reveal two somewhat muscular, tanned legs. Those workout weeks were worth the effort...

“Indeed, I have heard a lot of you in recent days. My condolences, by the w-” My look cuts him off. It’s clear as glass, I do not wish to remember those events. He picks up fast.

Red hair being blown gently abyss by currents, falling faithfully to my chest. My orange eyes lock with his. And in that short span of time, he seems to remember what fear is.

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“I... I... see...” Trying to look at anything except me, my gaze burning a hole in his soul. I’ve been told my eyes are creepy. I don’t see it. Maybe I’m just so blind I don’t notice.

“Ahem. In any case, I formally welcome you to Aegis Headquarters. You need no introduction to me it seems. Merlin. A pleasure.” He looks back upon his final words. Humph.

“You’re smart, still with manners when facing what most call the Lucky Star. I’m impressed.” After I blink, the air currents settle. I hear the entire complex sighing in uncomfort.

“All these little lambs, resting beside the fire. Yet no dime, or stories to inspire. Only empty souls, running out of time, until nobody is left to go higher.” Our tone is bitter-sweet.

“Two voices, one head. At least this skin of mine won’t ever combust. Many more than you have tried, all annoying locust.” I raise my eyes to him again, two flames dancing rims.

Merlin hums to himself, thinking. “This is why I asked your audience, milady. We cannot save those who are gone. But. We may help you find peace, prosperity. Loving home.”

My smile darkens. I look down at my thighs. They still burn from her blood. The Phoenix, never once brought down. She isn’t dead. I suppose, in a way, I can pray for the fact.