Wheeling Gull Isle lost and found

Slowly, with each second that passed, the darkness that clawed at her tightened it's grip. Bitterness began to well and spread in her heart. Not at Yuelong, or even the man beside her. But for herself and the whole of her existence. Facial features contorted, she dipped her head. She drew in a tired, heavy sigh. "Everything has been taken from me. Proof that I am not meant to be these things."

Abruptly, she stood up straight and faced him head on. The glint in her eyes was harder now, more serious. It was time to set things straight and lay out the truth. "You don't know anything about me. What I've done, who I've been." She fought the urge to step closer, to posture and flaunt her confidence. Tzila no longer appeared so weak on the outside. "I am not a good person, Aiolos. And now that which has grounded me is gone, I feel my control slipping."