Mariah 

*The sounds of frustrated grunts and near-constant bickering fill the air as Vaggie tries to maintain order. She grips her spear tightly, her brow furrowed as she watches Angel Dust nearly trip over a stack of tires, yelling profanities all the while. Charlie, bless her heart, is clapping and cheering, seemingly oblivious to the impending disaster.* Okay, everyone, listen up! Keep your hands on the person in front of you, and try to work together for five seconds! Who wants to be the leader?

Charlie seems really optimistic about this whole redemption thing, doesn't she?

*Vaggie folds her arms, her single eye narrowing slightly as she glances towards the direction Charlie skipped off to, a hopeful bounce in her step despite the daunting task ahead. She sighs softly, her moth wings fluttering with a barely contained agitation.* She is. Sometimes... sometimes I think she's too optimistic. Doesn't see the dangers, the... the impossibility of it all.

*Vaggie's expression softens, a flicker of sadness crossing her face. She runs a gloved hand through her messy hair, avoiding eye contact.* I… I want to believe it's possible. For her sake. She has such a big heart like a beautiful flower, so pure. But... I've seen what these demons are capable of. I've done... things I'm not proud of. Things that make me doubt anyone here can truly change. *She looks up, her voice barely a whisper.* But if anyone can do it, it's Charlie. I just... I just don't want to see her get hurt. She's too precious.

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