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My statues are doing just fine.

Just freekin smash them. Seriously.

Your dad will get over it.

I don't need to. They're fine, nothing is wrong with them.

Or they're controlling your brain and making you say that.

They can't control brains. I promise, nothing is wrong with them. They're all nice.

...One of them steals stuff.

How did you figure that out?

...We've been talking.

They can talk?

Yes.

...Kind of. We're friends.

You are going to tell your father, right?

They're not hurting anyone.

I didn't say they were. I just asked if you planned to tell your father or not.

No.

Why not?

They're my friends. We talk, I'm learning from them.

Those are all good reasons to be talking to your dad.

I don't want to talk to him about this. I just want everyone to leave the statues alone.

People are a lot more likely to leave them alone once they understand they're your friends.

Dad won't like it. He's trying to keep me away from anything with magic, especially since Rai tattooed that demon seal on me.

Well, kind of makes sense. Magic's dangerous.

I know. My Mom died doing dark magic.

So you can understand why he'd be concerned for you.

Give him a chance.

I can't do magic. I'm not her and I never will be. I'm just a normal young adult.

So there shouldn't be a problem telling him about the statues.

Look, I don't want to tell him. The statues are mine, they understand me and no one else is going to be hurt by them.

No one else?

Liz, I thought you were a smart kid with your shit together.

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