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[Sitting on a bench; giving a sigh.]

[Lockheed flaps over - he's a sucker for humans which need cheering up.]

You look kinda down, huh? What's up, lady?

Nothing... [A little fidgeting; she doesn't mind people who aren't human, though...]

[He sits beside her, looking up for a moment before finally turning to her.]

May I ask what is wrong?

It's nothing... [Hardly. Trees trying to kill Adie is just the most recent thing.]

You're not a very good liar. Something's troubling you deep down inside. It would help to share it.

....People are horrible.

So are trees.

And what did the trees do?

[That one just confuses him.]

Tried to make me kill Adie....

I don't know who Adie is.

Someone made of fire. The nice lady's daughter.

Siobhan's.

When did Siobhan have a daughter?

[He's lost.]

I don't know...

[Here. Have a wolf. He's pausing nearby with a soft whine. Are yo okay?]

No.....

[aww. He nuzzles her hand a little in sympathy, what's wrong?]

...The trees tried to make me hurt someone.

[Well that was mean of them. Why would they do that?]

I don't know... She was made of fire. They didn't like it.