Ranryu

I do that too. Especially the torture part. I hate toucans. They're creepy.

Why Debonair why I can't even punctuate anymore and it's your fault Unkningown sounds like a boss from some obscure video game

Wynn did not want Haly to leave, but she had no way to get her to come back. At least the dream seemed to be over. Now there was cool dimness, devoid of light or motion. Wynn's mind went to the whisper she had heard a few moments before. "Darkness? Are you there?" @Ookla the Unknowing

Nope. Yes sister, we all understand the Big Hero 6 reference. TPBM is envious on people with rubber duck socks.

Yep. Definitly. TPBM knows multiple people with the same name who are friends with each other.

"There's always voices." Wynn replied. "Sometimes we're just good at not listening." A whisper caught Wynn's ear. "Darkness? Who's there?"

"Haly?" Suddenly Wynn could move. "Where are we? What happened?" The bright tendrils of light faded to a smooth, comfortable darkness.

A single whisper parted the rest, smooth and clear. Haly? Wynn couldn't move... but... was that Haly she heard?

Wynn did not like wherever she was. Bright lights burned her eyes, blinding her. Her body would not move no matter how hard she tried, but things around her moved. Creeping twisty things slithered against her skin, and a quiet static noise filled her ears. Wait. Not static. Voices. No! Not the People's only child! A feminine voice whispered, loud but soft, grinding it's way into Wynn's mind. And who would you have us send instead? A man's voice responded in the same unnatural tone. The pair have failed, and no other remains. Her impure blood will allow her passage. I have already lost a child to this venture. Can we not let the living be, set the last of our kind out of this miserable realm? It is my right as mother, and I choose to send my little one somewhere else, somewhere that can nurture her little life. No child deserves to be raised by the spirits of her family. It is not your choice, the man's voice rasped gravely. For the good of we who wish to live again, we will send her. NEVER, the woman's voice became loud, piercing Wynn to the bones. She whimpered, but was unable to move, unable to block that awful sound.

Wynn was frustrated for multiple reasons. "Will someone please tell me what we're doing?" she asked. "You guys and your quadruple magic systems. It's driving me insane!"

With the exception of the first quote, all of these were spoken in the same hour, one after another. "I'm a submarine!" - My youngest brother "I'm a coconut!" - the same brother "I have a hat! It's a SPOOOKY hat! Smell it!" - same brother "And then the ghosts were skeletons and they killed the people until they died." - same brother "You drink a potato smoovilie." - him again "It's not a mumu. It's an apron." You guessed it, the three year old again

My mom is the 2nd of 9.

Okay, you win. There is no possible way that your siblings are as crazy as mine, though. I can bring in @Ookla the Forgettable to testify.

"You did great! That was terrible!" - my band director, to the trumpet section

"If you aren't here, you are absent." - My seminary teacher

Wynn looked at the coffins nervously. "Why coffins?"

Thank you!

Wynn laughed, a hint of bitterness in her tone. "Imagine having a life mission. You guys might think you've failed, but at least you tried, right? At least you can say you didn't sit and do nothing as your people were destroyed. This is why you're classified as heroes. You go and do what you can to make things better. And if your loved ones die, you feel pain. You feel sadness and regret. Take it from someone who can't fathom those emotions. It makes you a lot more powerful and meaningful. When you die, you can say that you did things. Made things happen." Wynn took a breath. "That probably came off kind of cold. Sorry."

I think that I accidentally committed plagiarism. (the shard doesn't have the right joking-sad face emoji) At least I know that this next question is original. What if humanity doesn't exist and we're all squirrels who are having really weird hallucinations? What would you do then?

"I don't know. He... It's hard to describe. It's something you feel before you decide if you like a person... Kind of like a 'hmm, this guy is interesting. I want to get to know him better and see if we'd be a good fit.' Does that make sense? Plus, I also want to help him for non-romantic reasons, as someone who can kind of empathize with his predicament."