Erina was lost in memories, lost in herself. She hardly recognizied what was going on, but didn't really care. She wasn't in THEIR world anymore. And it scared her that she could become so distant.
Suddenly, Erina knew she was going to have to leave her friends. She was caught by a powerful urge to return to her home, not the place she had grown up, but her HOME: the place where all Fallen Angels went when they came of age.
But she knew that her friends wouldn't let her leave. Somehow, the thought just made her longing to leave that much stronger...
D'Artigo looked around their current surroundings. It would seems as though nobody wished to speak, and yet everybody had something on their mind. Well, he wasn't just going to blindly walk. He had better things to do. Instead, he climbed up the nearest tree and perched on a branch.
"So. Anyone have any idea what we could be doing here? At all? I'm game for anything, but nobody's putting ideas forward."
"What's wrong with a little bit of happiness going around? It seems like we need it now, what with everything that's apparently been going on. What do you have against being happy and enjoying each day as it comes to you?"
"I think that was unwarranted. Where's the Miv whom I'm acquainted with? The Pale Rose that glinted in the darkness?" D'Artigo actually hung upside down from the branch, halfway through the process of coming down, but hanging by his knees.
"Oh, so you think that just by not talking you'll be good to defend against me? Pale Rose, you should know better than that. Soon enough you'll break because of the melodic sound of my voice, and you'll tell me all of your troubles so that I may console you."
D'Artigo smiles under his mask. This wasn't going to turn out well. He could feel it. But he couldn't resist.