[Don't worry, there won't be a major genre change just yet. Memoca twitches for a moment, before scrambling to her feet, wings crumbled-- it's fine, she folds them to pick things up anyway, so they snap back in place easily enough.]
Stupid wings!
[She's alive.
Memoca turns to Chora, before clearing her throat and saying:]
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Stupid wings!
[She's alive.
Memoca turns to Chora, before clearing her throat and saying:]
Pretend you never saw that.