"I'll try," was all Corvis could say. Everything was flooding back to her mind in waves; seeing Dark Pit weak and in pain, begging her not to leave him, having to rip that spike out of him, the fight with the Reapers to try to save Violet's friend, watching her cry when the man had died of his monster-inflicted wounds, seeing the people of the village flee in terror - it didn't matter that most of them had thought her a monster, the fear on their faces was enough to flare her anger... deeper memories came to her mind, as well. The Underworld. The pools of blood. Scattered feathers from the wings of her slain friends. The feeling of having her own wings stripped of feathers and flesh. How she climbed out of the darkness alone - gaps in the memory, but she knew that much. No one had come for her. No one had fought for her when she was too frail to fight. She wasn't going to let that happen to Darkly...
She tried to rein in her emotions by focusing on the task at hand. The metal made a "chink" sound, like she'd found a hollow place and it only needed one good hit to crack like an egg.
