(Bit of background, the Healer is a character I have created, the Destroyer is one of my best friend's characters. It's for a comic book that I will end up legitimately having made by the end of 2017. It started out with a LARP, how did it end up like this? *sings the tune of Mr. Brightside* Anyway, the Healer is suicidal, and depends on the Destroyer and a third character, the Saviour, to bring her back. This is an instance I came up with. So, yeah. Enjoy, I suppose. You can talk to the Healer, if you want. Honestly, we're both in this kind of mood like, always...)

(Healer, Destroyer)

*knocks on the Healer's door* Healer, what are you doing?

*From behind door* Uh, nothing. *sniffles*

It's clearly not nothing. *busts down door*

*trying to kill herself by cutting*

Healer! *takes the knife from her and picks her up* We're going to the cage.

Why?!

You are trying to kill yourself! You need to go to the cage!

*They get to a room with a lot of pillows and quiet music is playing*

*Starts to bandage up her cuts* You're lucky I learned something from you.

*Sniffles* You could've learned that from anyone. I don't understand why you insist on keeping me around.

You humanize my brother and I, you're a brilliant medicinal person, and you deserve to do amazing things for the shit you've been through.

Sure. But you can replace me.

No, we couldn't if we tried.

That's what everyone says. Yet I continually get replaced.

What about your brother, or your friend?

I doubt they remember me. Do you realize how long I've been gone?

Uhhh...

That's my point, Destroyer. I've been gone at least twenty years. You two are gods, I'm only a human. I'll die eventually. Why not sooner rather than later?

*Smacks her in the back of the head* No! Don't think like that!

What other way is there to think of it?

You just...you cherish every moment you have here. It's fleeting for you humans. I mean, I don't understand it, you're the most intellectual of the three of us, and the only human, but it makes sense to me.

I suppose you do have a point.

Of course I do. I do try sometimes, you know.

Thanks, Destroyer.

Call me Anderson.

And you can call me Luna.

*Hugs*