[She feels as though she's been slapped. If only looks could kill...or if her eyes could shoot lasers to incinerate Phoenix where he stands. Of course he would bring that up so brazenly, being the tactless, good for nothing idiot he is. To this day, Dahlia doesn't understand what her dear, pathetic sister saw in him.]
Don't be dense, Feenie. If you couldn't tell, I'm right here. Flesh and bone. Corporeal. As long as this idiot mundane of mine keeps me around, I'll always have another chance. The past doesn't mean anything.
Rusty party! (Thank you! I'm adoring your Phoenix as well!)
[She feels as though she's been slapped. If only looks could kill...or if her eyes could shoot lasers to incinerate Phoenix where he stands. Of course he would bring that up so brazenly, being the tactless, good for nothing idiot he is. To this day, Dahlia doesn't understand what her dear, pathetic sister saw in him.]
Don't be dense, Feenie. If you couldn't tell, I'm right here. Flesh and bone. Corporeal. As long as this idiot mundane of mine keeps me around, I'll always have another chance. The past doesn't mean anything.