I grin. I was carrying out my family's legacy. One more damaging blow. I needed one more and my wings would match my family. But then I see you. Pure wings, Adorable smile. I leave, And you see me, and my wings. You frown. You walk up to me and stop me. "Why do you do that to yourself?" You ask. "What do you mean...?" I reply with a question. "Your wings. They're clearly black. Why do you want yourself to be like this?"