Iris kept her eyes upon her winged meal, and for a moment visualized small bodies attached to complete the image. Her own had spanned out to impressive length, powerful in force and even used as weapons when needed. Tensing muscles invaded her back, helping to imagine what it had felt like to carry the extra weight. When they had been taken she felt so much lighter, and emptier.<br/><br/>She didn't watch Roan as he fed, she couldn't, not when her mind was placed in a world that was only memory. Both hands remained on her lap, only flinching once his finger sounded the reminder of her food. A story, he had requested something that no human knew of. Would it be the tale of when she fell, or did he want to dive into the truths that contrast what religions believe? "What do you want me to say?" Finally finding her voice, the lost angel tilted her gaze upward to study him. "The truths? What every mortal questions when it comes to fables that have been passed down over the times?"<br/><br/>Her hands finally reached for a wing, carefully handling it as the sauce stuck to her fingertips. It wasn't the first time that she had eaten them before, but those were times that she had succeeded in forgetting her native world. He had reopened a door that had been locked for some time, awakening feelings that slowly returned to tormenting her.<br/><br/>"The is no creator, no God, it has always been us," Bringing her words to a mutter, her nails gently tugged the fat off her chosen wing. She stared at the white meat underneath, and she swallowed before remembering to breath, "The stories of the book were created from the minds of mortals, who could not understand what they witnessed. To make everything easier for their smaller minds, they fused all of us into one entity who became the answer to everything."