Broken Parts - Visitor

As long as breath comes from my mouth,
I may yet stand the slightest chance.

She knew she shouldn't be here, honestly. Not only did the two groups have a neutrality where neither group would cross the other's territory, but she just didn't want to be here. It gave her bad vibes, a bad memory or three. But there she stood, at the border, holding back silver tears. Her body shook, as did her voice as she raised it to call out. [color=red]"I.... I.. I want Pretty Mother..! I.. also want to step into the border if that's okay.." Her voice carried but it sounded like she was three steps from crying.

— Reggan