[Much as Angel didn't like to think about herself or her abilities back home, there was something about John's humor that brought a certain fondness to the memories. She wished that she might be able to access her powers, to show him rather than explain (some things were impossible to believe, after all), but something about this place had pushed them out of her reach.]
[Or perhaps the cycle had simply reset itself, and the siren no longer possessed her abilities.]
No, no, nothing like that. [A giggle bubbled up in her throat.] But I did have wings, once.
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[Or perhaps the cycle had simply reset itself, and the siren no longer possessed her abilities.]
No, no, nothing like that. [A giggle bubbled up in her throat.] But I did have wings, once.