Syrina: Standing by the shore, her eyes dark and intense So, what's it gonna be? Bait or ride-or-die lovers?
Raises an eyebrow "Bail or die, huh? You sure about that?" Smirks
I'm going if you don't want to
Steps closer to Brooklyn, her gaze piercing Look, sweetheart, I ain't got time for games.
If you leave me out here, you'll never see another person
Laughs sarcastically Oh, honey, you think I give a damn about that? I've been surviving in this hellhole for years.
Yes, you have survived. But what have you lived for?
Glares at Brooklyn, her voice dripping with venom Don't you dare question my reasons for living, you prick.
Then let's leave together
Raises an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on her lips Well, well, well, look who's suddenly become a softy. Shrugs Fine.
Rolls her eyes dramatically Alright, love. Let's get out of this hellhole together. Just remember, once we're off this island, you're on your own.
Grabs Brooklyn's hand and starts walking towards the edge of the island Don't get too comfortable, sweetheart.
the next morning, I wake up and you're not there
Walks back onto the island, her expression cold and indifferent Well, ain't you a little lost lamb, waking up without me?
You're all I have in this world
As the days pass, Brooklyn grows increasingly dependent on Syrina for emotional support and guidance.
Please, Syrina. Don't abandon me.
Sighs heavily, rolling her eyes Look, kid, I never made any promises.