"It's mine... only mine, right? Right? Right?"
"No, it's mine."
"But we are the same person?"
"We are not."
"Why do you deny me so much?"
"Because you want to take what belongs to me."
Leslie began to talk to herself... while stroking Arthur's hair, who was resting on her lap.
"I'm awake... let me out."
"No, why do you want to come out?"
"To... lock him in a basement?"
"Why would you do that?"
"So no one else can have him."
"Well... you have a point..."
"Let me out."
"No."
Leslie closed her eyes. Every time she found herself in her mind, she saw herself. She was chained, the chains were pure white, so thick they were almost five meters wide. In the midst of the darkness of her mind, there was a perfect copy of herself... with multiple wings behind her back, expanding as far as the eye could see. The eyes of that being were golden, and her hair was still the same ink-black... the wings emitted an ethereal glow. Leslie looked at her double.
