"I am not anything like you." Azure said, removing her head off of Arke's grasp.
"Wow!" she said sarcastically, "I would've never thought you were bitter." Arke said, giving her a dirty look.
"Don't you belong in Tartaros?" Azure claimed.
"I was, but that's not why I'm here to talk about." Arke snaps at her, "How-about me
taking your amazing wing off you. I haven't flew in a while you know. And I DO miss my petty wings-broad on my shoulders."
"How about-no."
"Ouch." Arke winces before a sly grin perks up her face, "Okay sour mouth, I don't think you understand my reasoning here. I need your wings darling. Without them, I don't feel as complete-"