mysicksadlife | [003] - Voice: Excuse Me.

[003] - Voice: Excuse Me.

[She's been putting this off. Actually, she's managed to put it off for a very long time now. But as slow as she may be, she knows when there's something she needs to say.]

Look, this probably isn't how you're supposed to do this sort of thing, but I'd rather get it out there up front and over with. I'm sorry for any... strange things I may have said or done while I wasn't quite feeling like myself.

That goes for Valentine's Day, and more recently. Though I have to admit recently wasn't that bad. In fact, if it was always like that here, I could probably get used to it. Eventually. Enough to hold my complaining down to a dull roar, anyway.

So I was wondering, too, about these filial spirits. If magic is really something here, it probably behooves me to try to see it at work. Anyone willing to volunteer to let me? I'm not saying I'm going to try it out myself, or anything like that. I just want to see it.

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So that means I was a good mom?

Yeah. You did something right with those little monsters.

[And she'll always be there to make sure they don't watch Sick Sad World until they're at least five years old.]

...good. [Because she hates thinking she'd end up just like Mom. It's already scary how much they have in common.]

[You will not be just like Mom, Quinn. You suffered enough from her benign neglect and won't do it to your own children. Really.]

So you take all this magic stuff pretty seriously, huh?

[Good. If Quinn sees another frozen lasagna in her lifetime it'll be too soon.]

Um...I guess? I dunno.

Well, do you think it's real? Are you trying to learn it or anything?

[Actually asking for opinions here. It is a day of shocking events when that happens.]

No, why?

Just wondering. You used to believe in that guardian angel thing, so I figured you might have a different viewpoint.

[This is as close as she'll get to saying she wants to hear Quinn's viewpoints.]

[Oh, yeah...she remembers how crazy she got about the whole thing, and the humiliation at that party.]

Well...I dunno. Maybe? I guess if you're smart or have some kind of special power in your body? That's how it works in movies.

They claim anyone can learn it. So is everyone smart or does everyone have a special power in their body?

Well, maybe that's the case here...if we can have wings maybe we can learn magic?

Well, they say the wings are what make us able to understand each other no matter where we come from, so if that's true, it's possible.

So that's what they're for!

It seems so. [Please tell her you didn't seriously think they were just cute angel wings, Quinn.] It's not the type of thing they'd do for no reason.

[She decides not to worry Quinn by mentioning it probably also helps with monitoring them all.]

[Well, if they couldn't fly what else was she supposed to think they were?] Well...I guess that makes sense.

[Daria gives a small sigh - that for once isn't entirely directed at Quinn, but at the complex situation.]

They can't fly, they don't seem to do anything else, but they hurt if we mess with them, so they seem to actually be attached to us. They have to have another purpose, so why not that one?

[...somehow, Quinn feels like she should have known that from the beginning. It makes too much sense.]

And I thought Ms. Li's security equipment was creepy.

Ms. Li was messed up, but she was on a pretty petty scale.

[And she doesn't need Luceti to know that. A repressive school is frustrating to deal with, but a repressive government regime...]

Yeah...still, I'm glad we don't have to deal with her here.

On the other hand, she's the type who could probably manage to get the people here organized. Which is good if we want to get home.

Eww, Daria, I can't believe you'd defend her! Remember how she tried to punish you over that whole poster contest thing?

Oh, I remember. But I'm not sure it's worth being angry over that if she could do something about this. Priorities.

You think she could?

Not really. I hate to say it, but if these supermen types aren't going anywhere, neither is Ms. Li.

We're here forever, aren't we?

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