Katie
Amelie stands within the premises of the angels tower in the industrial district, looking a bit haggard but determined. She came here on the off chance of getting some answers since nobody wants so speak of anything at all. What is the reason, if they had any. Why? It's confusing when it shouldn't be, their reasons are vauge and almost not there at all. She wants to know at least something to put a meaning to this hell. So, since the distortion wants her dead she figures the angels might be something better to talk to. Getting stabbed to death already sounds better than what happened those months ago. 

Margo didn't elaborate on anything the angels did and that left much to be heard, she didn't wish to talk to Margo in general. The least amount of interaction seems to do her well, she hasn't spoken to her roommate and she dosent want to considering the only thing she gets is a pitiful stare. She was quite tired of just watching others, it's been a ride but she'll get far better answers on her lonesome.

She walked over to the door, her crutch making slight groan every step as she closed in on the rusted looking door. The least the angels could have done was clean the place up somewhat, it's beyond her how they haven't gotten tinnitus at least once... Maybe they have. 
She shouldn't mention it lest she make an enemy of these people too. She puts a hand on the door and with a grunt she pushes the door open, it creaks with it's movement and it makes Amelie wince. The inside was dark, it was at night but they did dare even put on a light... Maybe their halos did that for them. 

Amelie looks to the stares. They look precarious looking to cave at the slightest weight. Shame if any of them were to fall. She looks around the claustrophobic room with an almost disgusted look, then she notices an elevator.

"How ze fuck is that still in operation.." 
Amelie mumbles as she moves towards it, her steps echoing upwards where the spiral staircase may have led her.

.
A dimly lit elevator call button pulsates weakly in front of her, and without a care. She presses it and silently hopes that the embarrassing thought of an angel appearing in the elevator she just called does not prove to be real. She has had enough of that.

Amelie proved herself to be overthinking again, and again. The elevator was empty and nobody was in it, it too was dark and it probably looked to be in utter shambles from the pressure it felt like the floor was chipping away. 

She opened her phone and turned on the flashlight to look at the floor buttons. She presses the button that would take her to the uppermost floor without shooting her onto the roof. A can getting knocked over outside the door alarms her and she moves her hand to the button to close the doors, she starts spamming the button. The elevator heaves and creaks with Amelies adamant rushing. She steps back and shines the phones flashlight outside the room, a figure moves and Amelie grips her crutch harder as she feels a bone-deep sense of vertigo press against her. 

Gods, she hates meeting others.
The elevator doors shut and the thing itself heaved upwards. The dim light of the button grows brighter as she closes in on the top floor. Amelie can't sleep, she hears laughter. Why is she this nervous. 

There's an obtuse croak of a ding letting her know that she's arrived. The doors open, Amelie takes a step out and looks around. 

"Mein gott. This place looks... Rather-"
Amelie dosent finish as she makes a noise of disgust. She moves fully out. 
"Hello?" 
She asks and her voice speaks no echo here, obviously there's something here.
Sara
Clouds of dust puff up under Amelie's feet. There's something here, but... Nothing resembling maintenance. Or cleaning.

"...Hello?" A mild, shaky voice reverberates from around the corner. "Who's there?"

Whoever it is, she doesn't sound afraid, but there's something to her voice that isn't entirely calm.
Katie
Amelie steps back in a motion to side step something, dread? The knowledge that she is not allowed and the- whatever is here has not moved alone slightly confused her. 

"Amelie, A newtons cradle resident." 
Her voice lands sharp and leads the obvious that Amelie wishes to immediately get to the point.
"I understand if you do not wish to speak because of that." 
She brushes off some dust that had perhaps accumulated on her jacket. Amelie wasn't going to feel pity for the person's shambling tone.

She squints in the darkness to look for some light to at least help her not trip over something. Who knows what kind of things have been left here. She grimaces for a second at the thought, that is before she refocused on where the voice came from and steady her crutch.
Sara
The voice takes a while to respond. Small, careful footsteps echo through the hall, and a tall girl turns the corner, a halo wrapped around her head and giving off a gentle glow. Apart from the bits of natural light seeping into the central stairwell, her halo is the only source of light. Her posture is unsteady, and she's tracing her hand along the wall.

"Why are you here?" She queries, in clearly accented English.
Katie
Amelies stares wide eyed for a moment, the spectacle of seeing a halo was if only a little unthought of. She wanted to think of something else immediately but she had better things to do. 
Her eyes caught the motion of the angel feeling the wall somewhat, possibly blind? It'd be rude to ask. 

"I'm just here to ask some things, what I ask is between you and me only. I do not devulge secrets willingly."
Amelie hummed. 
"You may ask any questions you'd like ask long as I am allowed to ask any of my own. I am not here to do some brash and unsightly thing."
Sara
"Okay." She doesn't really seem to acknowledge what Amelie is actually saying, but rather, she seems to be just nodding along. She carefully turns around and traces her way back into the space she came from, away from the stairwell.
Katie
"I... Alright."
She says, slightly deflated about the casual response but it is better she didn't accidentally escalate it. She didn't have anything to be embarrassed about, this was far better than talking to anybody at the cradle so far. 

Amelie steps forward, one foot after the other, looking at the walls and how they're slightly worn along with the floor. What do they even do here? Play games and party? Not as different from the cradle if so.
She stops in the middle of the hall, unwanting to move forward Incase she was not invited therefore intruding upon them.
Sara
The interior, slowly coming into view, suggests a bit more than games and partying. It probably *Used to be* An office space, but it's clearly not anymore — tables and chairs are spread haphazardly throughout the room, with some of the tables being turned upside-down and covered with sleeping bags and others being left upright to accommodate all sorts of trinkets, tools and trash. As far as Amelie can see, though, there's only the one person here.

The girl with the halo continues tracing along the wall until she finds a chair, where she was presumably sitting when Amelie arrived, and sits down again. She folds her hands in her lap and occasionally leans forward and back slightly, but otherwise she's motionless.
Katie
It looked... Quite destroyed, shame that this came of something that was feared some time ago. Amelie was sure there was more than just one angle, or did they leave this one behind due to liability? Out of order and disheveled was how she perceived this place.

Amelie looks at the girl for a moment before speaking again.
"May I enter?"
Sara
"The others will be back soon," She responds. "I do not mind, but they might be upset that you are here." 

The elevator creaks behind Amelie, and begins descending again.
Katie
Amelie says nothing afterwards. She turns from the doorway and stares at a wall instead, content to just stand stock still against a wall and wait for the rest of them.

The elevator descends and with it her train of thought as if focuses on the slight noise it makes. Amelie wouldn't be surprised if they instantly started threatening her life, at least she'll get a second.

Amelies fingers twitch as staring at the wall has now been slightly warped, or has it always been peeling against some sort of rust or rot. She doesn't really want to know what happens here but there was this persistent curiosity that begged to ask if there was more hidden behind their pale wings. She waits and waits and the walls look worse, she loathes it here. 

"Have you been well? Despite everything I think it would be cruel if you're struggling."

She hasn't gotten the person's name yet. 

"Am I allowed to know your name?"

She dosent look at her but just lets her voice be a tad louder so in it's rasped glory would reach the girl, she dosent know if the halo made some sort of noise... If it did anything other than blind the girl. The ironic wording of 'justice is blind' creeping in speckled laughter of another woman makes Amelie frown as she waits for an answer.
Sara
"Johanna," She answers bluntly. She doesn't say if she's well — a look around her lodgings, or at her, would suggest it's probably at least a little complicated.

"You wanted to ask me something."
Katie
Amelie says nothing for a moment. Should she wait for the supposed leader or just speak to this one? This company is better than none after all. 

"Do you harbour any unspoken hatred for the cradle? If so... Why?"

Confusion laces her tone. It is a government funded area and well it certainly makes sense for them to take people with paranormality from their homes. It certainly does quite a bit of damage and because of that they harbour hatred to it. Though there are others who have nowhere to go. It's confusing albeit little stupid in amelies mind, though she could be part of the latter, she is in a middle ground. It's strange.
Sara
Johanna shifts in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. She doesn't seem to get anywhere.

"I don't know," She says. "Big Sister does, I think. Lots of bad things happened to her. The only thing I know is..."

She pauses, and her head hangs forward. The memory is clearly unpleasant for her.

"No one comes back when they get taken there. We have lost sisters that way."
Katie
Amelie sits in her freshly made silence for a moment. She can hear the creaking of that chair as Johanna writhes uncomfortably in an effort to be comfortable. 

"Right..."

With prolonged silence after that word she only seems to think for a second more. 

"Losing things has not been left untouched there. I'd say it has only gotten worse now, which isn't soothing I know. Your sister?"

Another second. 

"That girl... I assume she left behind her halo... What has come of it? I am unsure. I am sorry."
Sara
"She is gone," Johanna sighed. She'd lost a sister, and thinking about that upset her. She missed Annika, and had for quite a while. "I do not know where she is. None of us know."

She paused for a long, drawn-out second.

"We miss her."
Katie
"I can understand feeling if only somewhat."
Amelie frowned at the fact they'd lost somebody they cared for, not truly but it was still loss nonetheless. It can take may different forms because folk feel differently. Amelie has lost many a connection but has she truly cared? Not really. Not right now.

"Understood."

Amelie does not understand their grief does she. She does not understand about what happened to that girl that ran, the only person who did is possibly long gone. 

Amelie feels like she needed to do something rather than stand like a punching bag.
Sara
Without warning, Johanna stood. She walked slowly, tracing her hand along the wall the same way as before, but this time, she walked surely and purposefully. She made it to the hallway where Amelie stood, and placed herself squarely in front of — and very close to — Amelie. Though her halo blocked her eyes, she seemed to be glaring directly at Amelie.

"You have come to my home and asked me questions about my family," She said sternly. "You are a stranger, and I do not know your name. Why are you here?" The feathers on her wings bristled. Something was different about her.
Katie
She didn't turn to look at Johanna, she can obviously see enough that the girl is here considering her halo is bright enough to blind. There was quite enough pressure that was definitely not needed. 

"Amelie." 
She says curtly. 
"I have just come to ask for the reason you all gravely dislike the cradle, I just desire this answer for myself."
She raises a hand up in surrender even though the girl cannot see it. 
"I've been almost killed too many times, I've grown tired of it."

She dosent back away, she wishes this girl would do so for her.
Sara
Johanna doesn't back down. Something is pushing her to act. "Why do you think we do? Do you know why yet? Why do you even care?" The questions keep coming. She isn't really expecting answers to any of them, nor are they particularly well-formulated — for several of them, she already knows the answer. Whatever is pushing her to act is not telling her *How* To act, only that she must.

"Why should I not assume you are working for them? What are you going to do when you know?"
Katie
Amelie frowns. 
"I do not know. And, should I care for something you so obviously wish to keep between you and your family? You don't need my help or care nor do you want it."
She inquires, staying calm to the awkward quick brutish speed at which the questions are being asked. It was odd but she answered nonetheless.

To the next two questions Amelie snorts. 
"Why should I work for people people whom barley care if I die, I'm a liability and a waste of money to them."
She sneers. 
"I'm not going to tell them *Shit*. You're asking as if they deserve to know."
Amelie grounds out the words with a venomous sinew attached to every Syllable. She quickly steadies herself after. 
"Not that I've given them a reason to care at all."
Sara
Johanna stares into Amelie's eyes, silent and unblinking, for several seconds. She's only interrupted when a metallic thud sounds through the building, and the elevator begins to move.

The sound flips a switch again, almost. She's less aggressive than before, and her eyes dart to the elevator, but nothing about her seems outright friendly. She still stands unnervingly close to Amelie. 

"If you want to leave," She says suddenly, "Take the stairs *Now.*" Her voice is sharp, but not malicious. "If you stay now, maybe you will not leave for a long time."
Katie
Amelie stares back with what eye she can, she ends up squinting and looking slightly irritated. She flinches at the noise and quickly looks in the direction it came from. 

Johanna's warning came through clear, but unfortunately Amelie is not a coward despite her ailments. As sharp as the girls voice sounded so much so it cut through her thought process she stood in the hallway strong. 

"I do not think anybody is waiting for me to return. I'll play my cards and stay, Madame."
She steadies herself again and turns back to staring at the wall in front of her, unmoved and almost unfazed. There was an inkling of anxiety that seemed to take it's time in slithering down Amelies spine with daunting realization.

*She'll be fine.*
Sara
The moment Amelie says she intends to stay, Johanna grabs Amelie by the collar and brandishes a softly glowing knife at her throat. "Do not move," She hisses. "No noise." She looks calm, but determined.

The elevator creaks and groans, and as the doors begin to open, a cacophony of voices sounds out, all talking over one another.

The others are back.

They flood out of the elevator, and a few make their way through the corridor and into the office space, but most of them surround Johanna and Amelie and murmur curiously among themselves.

"*Jag har fångat någon,*" She announces. "*Jag vet inte vem det är.*" The murmuring continues unabated, but a few of the Angels approach Amelie and try to restrain her further.
Katie
Suddenly there was pressure at her collar a hand seeking purchase within a bundle of clothing, then a knife just touching the skin of her thin neck. Then here she was struggling yet again. 

There was an insistent push at where Johanna's hand was, of bone of something so volatile in it's desperate attempt to protect. Amelie pursed her lips and stared at the now crowed floor, her eye dilated to something one could not see the end of. Bone slowly moved through her skin of where that hand was, through bandages and soon just touching against the bundled fabric. There was a snapping in her ear as the bone groaned in it's forced movement against the bundled, soon more joined it. Amelies nose was bleeding and it's blood was slowly moving and creating red rivers against the glowing blade. Bone against her skull against her jaw. She just had to make sure it didn't hurt the angel. The bones split and twisted like a flower in open view. 

She should have said something about it yet she thought it would be obvious considering she's more bandages and medical equipment than person. To the angels that tro to restrain Amelie further there is bone to be met where there hands could have been, outstretched and wanting. Yet the one on her collar just moved so slowly, the blood slipping down the blade was staining the floor.
Sara
At the sight of blood, the entire crowd pounces on Amelie, frantically rushing to drag and corral and carry her away from the corridor and into the relative comfort and security of a sleeping bag on an inflatable sleeping pad. Johanna is left behind, unsure of what's happening, but a short, vigorous Angel splits from the crowd and runs to talk to her.

Amelie, meanwhile, is practically forced to lie down. The Angels are crowding around her and frantically whispering to each other. One produces gauze, another a suture needle and thread, and what little Amelie can make out would suggest they're arguing about how to treat her wounds, but just as it gets heated, a weary, authoritative voice from out of sight says "*Gasbinda,*" And without complaint or further argument, they all do their best to wrap Amelie's wounds in gauze. They remain crowded around her after that, but they don't do anything to her or touch her at all.
Katie
Amelie was reeling and suddenly there was too many hands at once, so many forcing her down and reeling back when bone tried to chase after them. Her face was shattered in a look of terrified surprise. 

When put on the sleeping bag Amelie waved her arms in front of her, she was frantic if not sluggish in her movements. 
"Fassen Sie mich nicht a- *Rör mig inte!*" 
The German switched to swedish and Amelie's voice was rasped and if only a little loud. Just enough to be heard. What was bandages the angels saw she was frail and it looked as though it was just skin pulled gaunt against bone. 

Her eye was wide. 
"Du kommer att bli sårad."
She rasped out. She uncovered her face and lifted herself up with surprisingly still arms. She didn't dare look up at them, she only just languishes beside the blood which is forming itself into a puddle below her head.
"*Jag är ledsen.*"
The quiet tone returns to apologize as she wollows in her wounds.
Sara
Slowly, as the situation gets less tense and Amelie apologizes, the swarm of Angels around her begins to disperse, sufficiently satisfied that they don't need to do anything more to stabilize Amelie. 

Eventually, only one remains. She sits beside Amelie, on the floor. Her body's barely visible, mostly wrapped in her wings, but if Amelie looks, she'll be able to just about make out a little bit of her face, including her crown-like halo.

"Johanna told me everything," She says softly. "It must have taken a lot out of you to get here." She shifts, just a little, but the movement of her wings makes the motion look a lot more impressive and grand than it really is. "I'm sorry about the injuries. We wouldn't have handled you like that if we knew."
Katie
Amelie is still wearing her leather jacket and when she realizes it she seems to curl further into it. She breathes almost too shallow for a moment, it takes a second for her to finally steady. There's a bone that peaked out just above her eye, the angel can see red bleed into the bandages. Amelie can see her just fine even if her eyelid feels hard to open. 

She frowns and her hands clench in the sleeping bag. 
"I am not that frail." 
She whispers out as she moves further to push herself up. 
"I do not tell everyone, though I do not blame you for taking such an action considering... Everything."

Amelie grunts as she slides herself into a sitting position with her legs below her and blood smears as she moves. 
"I'm sorry for the mess I've made, this would have gone better if I didn't have this."
Amelie looks at the feathers that move around the figure, how they shine brightly pale even in a dark room. 
"I assume you are the leader?" 
She asks with that air of regal politeness running back into her tone.
Sara
"... I guess," The Angel mutters. "I don't really like to think of it like that. I'm not... I'm not their boss."
Katie
"Oh." 
Amelie is hunched over as she hears what the Angel is saying. 
She looks confused for a moment, thinking about all that Margo and somebody else said about the angels; How they were all bastards with no care. She didn't really take it to heart anyway. 

"Then you're a sort of... Older family member I assume." 
Amelie sighs and wipes around her eye with a hand. The new bandages sinking into her skin, they did a rather good job. She assumes it wasn't their first time doing this, it most likely won't be their last. 

"Do you have any questions for me?"
Sara
"I... I'd thought you'd want to ask *Me* The questions, but since you're asking, I, um. I think there is something I'd like to know." The Angel's voice is uncertain and yielding, unusually so for someone in a position of authority, but not frightened — just a little bit socially anxious, maybe. "You can ask whatever you want to ask after."

"It's just..." The question had been weighing on her. It meant something. Depending on the answer, a lot might have to change. It was nerve-wracking asking it, but she needed an answer — as soon as possible. 

"How'd you know we'd be here?"
Katie
She waited in silence for a second, a minute too long. Her thin hands together in the cradle of her legs as she listened to the angel. She must be aiming to find out if she is in danger. 

"I was there when one of your... Sisters had decided to post a picture of your tower, it has long since then been deleted but I have remembered." She speaks cautiously and then another second before she speaks again.
"Out of my own killing curiosity that is."

She purses her lips. 
"Are you alright?"
Sara
The Angel responds with a brief "Oh." She seems mollified by the explanation.

At Amelie's question, she chuckles the kind of brief, self-pitying chuckle that people do when they're in pain and the mere possibility of being "Fine" Is ridiculous. It says more than she could say herself, almost.

"No one got hurt, if that's what you're asking," She replies curtly. "No one but you, anyway." The rest, she leaves unsaid, more out of a desire not to be vulnerable than anything else. She lets her wings loosen a bit, and more of her face becomes visible, her dull blue eyes and her flowing blonde hair and her strange smile illuminated by the glow of the crown of thorns floating around her head.

She turns to face Amelie. "Did you have questions you wanted to ask?"
Katie
Amelie frowns and gives a tired look that states it's been heard and she isn't buying it. She lets it leave for the wind for the wind quickly for she has no word to say against it. 

"Course." The way she says it is dry and leaves room for more emotion that is not given. She squints at the horn for a second before giving eye contact with the angel again. 

Amelie breathes and weighs her non existent options for a moment before speaking. 
"Could you give me an answer as to why you loathe the facility?"
Sara
The Angel pauses for a few moments, deep in thought. The question seems to bother her a little bit.

"We don't," She finally says, but she quickly cuts herself off after. "Well, I don't." She has more to say, but she leaves a small pause before she does, just to get the words straight with herself. She frowns a little.

"We, um... We fight, sometimes. Us, and the Newton's Cradle people. But it's not because we hate them. They have things they want, and we have things we want, and sometimes we, uh... We get in each other's way." She doesn't elaborate on how, or what either the Angels or Newton's Cradle want. She answers what she's asked and little more.
Katie
Amelie looks slightly perturbed then angry for a second looking as though she cursed the very ground her walked upon. She hated being vaugley told some folks were monstrosities, why she dared even listen to Oliver on this matter was beyond her thoughts at this current time. 

Of course she dosent hate ye cradle she hasn't attacked it nor does it seem she would want to after everything, after that boy morales decided to make do with his anger towards that one angel. She dosent like the cradle residents, that much is true. 

"What do you want? Also it has some to my attention you may have come from a place similar to... This one? If I am allowed to intrude on such a matter." Amelie was known for pushing aside the cat that so curiously died for her own matters, death can wait if she has questions unanswered.
Sara
"It was a long time ago," She remarks, and leaves it at that. 

"I just want the world to be better." The way she says it makes it sound obvious. "What do you think the Newton's Cradle people want?" The smile has returned to her lips, just a little more self-assured. It's a question she's asked herself, and perhaps others, before, and she hasn't ever really come across a good answer. She herself doesn't know what they want — and she suspects no one else really does either.
Katie
"What they want?" 
Amelie speaks with confusion lacing her ever step through her own words. Her fingers lace over eachother in a twitchy movement of thought again and again, she stops immediately when she finds her hands doing so. 

"They want to mostly destroy the cradle itself. That is what the residents want, that's what this forgone distortion wants. Some others just wish to leave or maybe just want to find another, love another. I am unsure." The bandages of her hands ripple with the sharp incisors of bone that threat to shred through skin. 
"What the teachers themselves want? I only assume they just wish to see us gone. All the while hopefully not have to go court on a kids death. If you have no family? I only assume it's fair game." 

She frowns at a memory of agony, writhing on the ground with no pain but knowing and watching your body shred itself thinking it still has something attacking it. The feeling of stars and warped faces flashing across her mind in heated righteousness. She should have died that day, how she survived was beyond her and beyond the trials and tribulations of what her roommate is capable of.
She finds her hands littered with small holes produced by bone and she just sighs and twists her hands further together in an act to not see. 
"They will do anything to see it through, both resident and staff. If that is what you want."
Sara
"You think so?" The thought actually seemed to worry the Angel a little. She'd met many people from Newton's Cradle over the years, but none of them had been so hostile or alienated from the institution. Had this one been unlucky — or had the others been lucky?

She turned her whole body to face Amelie, her wings lying flat against the floor behind her and her face contorted in an expression of concern. Amelie still looked worse for wear.

"It... It sounds worse than I thought. Are you planning to go back?"
Katie
Amelie frowns as her hands twist, she can feel bone moving and scraping eachoh in it's movement making her grimace. 
"I feel it's moreso that I know they're like that. There was a thing there that killed me basically, I was told it had been close to an hour before anybody found me a mess of flesh and bone in the hallway." 

Amelie looks solem, like the one grace she has ever had was staring at the sun that would come up each morning. She felt like some old hag waiting for the day that she couldn't open her eye again. Was she supposed to feel like that? 
"Maybe. The cradle nor is residents have even noticed my absence and if they had, they most likely think I'm off getting by lungs pumped back full of air in a hospital."
She hunches over and places her head on her hands still looking at the angel with some keen indifference. 
"I am little more than a medical liability, I've been told multiple times. But, somebody needs to be injured when they are there. It must be me, it seems."
Sara
The Angel pauses. This curious intruder — Amelie, her name was — seems more upset by her experiences at Newton's Cradle than anything.

"I'm sorry they treat you like that," She hesitantly begins, "But... You're not there right now. They don't get to decide that. What do *You* Want?"
Katie
Amelie pursed her lips and looks to the ground around her instantly, she shouldn't have to think so hard. What does she want? She dosent know she hasn't known for years and what is definitive upsets everyone and everything. She hasn't been given a reason even though she desperately needs one. 

"I don't know. I'm a twitchy selfless fool, I haven't decided what is mine other than what is beyond the light of..." 
She cuts herself off, her eye shakes and her hands clench. She didn't get to be a child did she.
Sara
"Nothing's wrong with being selfless," The Angel assured, "As long as it's purposeful. If you're not doing anything for yourself, and you're not doing anything for anyone else, you'll just end up lying around feeling sorry for yourself." She probably sounds a little condescending, but she doesn't really seem to notice. Or care.

"I did that for a while. It, uh... Kinda sucked. So you should find something that matters to you. Or at least something you like."
Katie
Amelie grunts in some form of affirmation, she looks perturbed for the most part. 
"I will not feel sorry for myself when there are others whom are going through worse."
Alas that is what Amelie has always every day told herself. 

"Do not think I haven't tried, Ma'am. I try every single day and yet nothing has happened, I am still as confused and scattered as when-"
Amelie cuts herself off and just stares at the feathers that lay across the floor. Everything, when everything. There has not been a second where she has not felt like a haggard soul. There may be others going through the worst and here she was acting like faulty wiring.
"I do not really know what I am supposed to be."
She speaks her mind turning itself upsidedown for an answer when every turn she looks to is filled with images she has never seen before.
Sara
The Angel sighs. "I... I understand." She looks at Amelie sympathetically. "Did you have any more questions? If not, I'll let you rest."
Katie
She squints at the angel.
"What is your name, Ma'am."
She raises a hand out and makes a motion of encompassing the angels whole body. 
"Why and how did you end up as you are. An angel. I will not speak to anyone else about this so... Please? "

Amelie stops and her arm goes back on the sleeping bag as she lifts herself up from her hunched position. 
"Also, I need my crutches. I cannot walk without them ma'am."
Sara
"Oh," She mutters, "I haven't even... Rude of me." She looks away and frowns, slightly embarrassed. "It's... Alva. Nice to meet you."

At the question about her Angel-hood, she tenses up a little. "That's not something I tell just anyone. It's kind of... Personal. But if you have a good reason, I guess I could..." She trailed off.

At Amelie's need for crutches, Alva simply nodded.
Katie
"It's nice to meet you as well, Madame Alva. I wish it were under better circumstance."

Amelie watches the feathers flinch slightly, pretty things. She needed a reason... What is a good reason to an angel? 
"I just would like to know if you got what you desired, I am unsure what is a good enough reason to say." 

Amelie didn't look like she was going to be resting anytime soon, she didn't want nor need to rest despite her condition.
Sara
"Mhm." Alva wished for the same thing.

"What I desired...?" She looked contemplative for a moment, then shook her head. "I think you should have that conversation with one of the girls, not me. It... Wasn't that kind of situation for me." She felt she perhaps had some kind of idea of what Amelie wanted out of the question, but as long as Amelie wasn't telling her, she didn't really want to assume she knew.

"I can flag one of them down, and you can talk to her, if you'd like."
Katie
Confusion washed over her. 
"What do you mean it was not the same situation? I'm sorry if I am intruding, though I may vaugley understand the strife."

What Amelie wanted was not the girls own main concern she just wanted to know. Simple, yet very hard to obtain. 

"No, you don't have to get them. I know I've overstayed, I can't give you money to get a new sleeping back for I've ruined this one."
Sara
"It wasn't the kind of thing where... It wasn't about what I wanted. But it was for the girls — that's why I think you would get more out of talking to them about it. But if you don't want to, that's... That's fine too." 

The feathers on Alva's wings bristled as she lifted herself to her feet, but the wings were still dragging along the floor behind her. It looked like they were too heavy to lift willy-nilly. She made her way to the door, where Amelie had stood as the Angels arrived, and grabbed Amelie's crutches, then walked back and left them within reach of Amelie.

"You can go whenever, um... Whenever you feel like it."
Katie
"I'll... Try."

Amelie watched the rather small woman stand up to leave. The crutches in front of her, she already had a hand on them. Ready to get up, she looked at the sleeping bag and grimaced at it. She rolled up the bag and placed it somewhere away from the inflated pad before looking to the angel. 

"Can I have your number? Or anything to really communicate with you? To try and help of course."
Amelie made a noise in the back of her throat that sounded like a cough as she stood up with the help of her crutches. 
"I feel like I've done more harm than help and I'd like to rectify that, please."
Sara
Alva had a look like she was about to say something, but shut herself up before she did. Then she got that look again, before finally nodding wordlessly, grabbed her phone from a pocket, typed a phone number into the Notes app, and showed Amelie. She seemed conflicted about it, but she still tried her best.

"I... Okay. Thank you. Please don't share the number."
Katie
Amelie took her phone from her pocket, she noticed a couple new notifications but ignored them for a second before typing in the angels number. 
"Thank you, Ms. Alva. You have done me a great service that I must repay tenfold."

Amelie turns, she finally checks the notifications and her face twitches with something akin to horror. She breathes in and out before speaking again. 
"Till we meet again under better circumstance. Also..."
She paused while inching away. 
"Please tell Johanna she did nothing wrong. And your sisters are all wonderful people."

Amelie then turns to leave, moving down the hall and in front of the elevator.