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>The voice is soft, quiet, yet so powerful. It can't possibly be your own.
"You've come this far, Anon. I'd hate for you to give up the ghost so soon."
>You feel your body slowly lifting off the ground. You can't quite tell what's grabbing you, or even where, but the force lifts you upright, if somewhat slumped forwards.
>It almost takes everything you have, but you manage to half-open an eye. Through your blurred, unfocused vision, you can finally make something out.
>It's her.
>She floats towards you with an otherworldly grace, wings moving silently through the air as she glides past you.
"It's far too rare that someone comes to me for help... It's the illness, right?"
>You can barely move your lips, or even nod your head.
>She gently wraps her wings around you, holding you to the cool metal on her chest.
"I'll need to hold your body- and your mind- within mine for a time. You truly want this?"
>You can't move, but you almost think aloud, "Yes, please. I need this."
"Mmhmm. That will do.~"
