AND HE SANG ABOUT WHAT I'D BECOME ; private

[Beatrice]

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Her moral confusion was higher than ever these days, it seemed. Her ties to Lilyspoise because of Eli's and Lissa's souls had caused her to view the other as a sister and friend, and she half hated it. Though Beatrice desperately craved friendship, she was so terrified of it. What was more was that Lil should only be seen as a job; Beatrice needed to steal her soul, not befriend it. These thoughts weighed heavily on her heart, but if she were upset, she certainly didn't portray these emotions. Not in the slightest.

The red heeler huffed a sigh as she padded into the jungle. Her dark honey eyes searched for distraction, but nothing seemed to find her save the singsong of birds. Having once been a bird, she knew their songs all too well - she knew the sadness, the joy, the anger, the accusation. It made her head spin, and she couldn't help but think of her family. Had they been cursed again alongside their wayward daughter and sister?

Beatrice sat down in the midst of a clearing, peering up at the trees. Birds flew in and out of the canopy, and her heart almost stopped when she thought she saw a bluebird. The girl quickly shook her head, simply believing it was the cruel island tricks instead of reality. Then again, perhaps or was her own guilty subconscious.
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