"I dated him for a while, sure... but he murdered my brother... if you think I'd go back to him after that, clearly you don't know me." Becky sighs and hops from the branches, sitting in front of Fran. "And I think letting you rot here would be a terrible waste... and trust me when I say... no matter what people think, you're beautiful... and you have a right to be cared for like anyone else... And imagine living thousands of years... you can't get close to mortals... because they die... all you have is yourself... alone... carrying all the pain you've ever felt in your endless years of empty wandering... all the loneliness... all the loss... you spend decades ruminating on everything wrong with your endless existence... madness crushing down on you like a wave, suffocating you until your knees want to buckle under the sorrow... alone... endlessly alone..." She seems to have drifted into the past herself, her brow furrowed before she focuses her eyes and smiles.<br/><br/>"Trust me, honey... you got the best end of the deal." she smiles again. "I understand your choices, Fran... and I wish you all the happiness in existence for your path... and hope it is easier than mine was." She offers a short blessing in Aramaic, smiling slightly. "Remember the feather... should you ever need me." She stands, flexing her now white wings, brushing her white hair back as she spans out, preparing for takeoff.