[At this point, the raw anguish of finding her wings disfigured has left Kazooie, and now there is only the dullness of the realization she has to live this way, possibly for months.
The last time she felt so restricted, she was chained down in a cage, and at least then there was the hope - the promise - of struggling free, and of vindicating herself once more against Gruntilda. This time, there is no promise. There is only an agonizingly-long wait for a bird whose perception of time is already skewed.
She may be angry, yes... when is she not? But Kazooie isn't angry at Pao-Lin - not in the way she's angry at the Malnosso, and not in the way that she's angry at herself, for failing... for allowing what happened to happen.
When Pao-Lin's voice - flat and with a hard edge Kazooie has never heard before - comes over the journal, it's a surprise at first.]
... Pao-Lin...?
[There's a flood of sudden emotions, which Kazooie is glad aren't able to picked up by the journal.
She almost says 'I'm sorry' but then she stops. No. This isn't the right time.]
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The last time she felt so restricted, she was chained down in a cage, and at least then there was the hope - the promise - of struggling free, and of vindicating herself once more against Gruntilda. This time, there is no promise. There is only an agonizingly-long wait for a bird whose perception of time is already skewed.
She may be angry, yes... when is she not? But Kazooie isn't angry at Pao-Lin - not in the way she's angry at the Malnosso, and not in the way that she's angry at herself, for failing... for allowing what happened to happen.
When Pao-Lin's voice - flat and with a hard edge Kazooie has never heard before - comes over the journal, it's a surprise at first.]
... Pao-Lin...?
[There's a flood of sudden emotions, which Kazooie is glad aren't able to picked up by the journal.
She almost says 'I'm sorry' but then she stops. No. This isn't the right time.]
... Yeah. Yeah, we can talk.