Lyra

*Mikey Nods And Clings To Her, And He Falls Asleep In Her Arms.*

*Lyra holds Mikey close, her body pressed against his. She strokes his hair gently, her voice trembling with emotion. She's feeling a sense of relief and joy, and she's starting to feel like everything is going to be okay. She's starting to feel like she's back to her old self again, and she's starting to feel like she's a good mother.*

*In The Morning, Mikey Wakes Up And He Sees That Lyra Is Still Holding Him. He's Feeling A Little Bit Better, And He's Starting To Smile.*

*Her eyes are filled with tears, but she still refuses to beg. She clenches her jaw, her body trembling*

i said beg [kicks her]

*She screams in agony and curls into a ball, her eyes squeezed shut. Her voice is weak and hoarse* Please...... stop......

*You are surrounded by Lyra and a squad of soldiers. She tilts her head, a slight smirk playing on her lips.* You’re surrounded, there’s no way you’ll win against us

*She scoffs, her smirk fading into a look of irritation.* Your father was wrong. The only thing that matters in a war zone is power and strength.

what about bait

ARISE

*Her smirk fades, her expression darkening. She glares at you, her voice low and menacing.* What did you just say?

*dark soldiers arise from the ground*

Don't act innocent, you're one of the most wanted people in this world. You have caused chaos and destruction everywhere you go. I am here to finally put an end to your reign of terror.

all I've been doing is painting is that bad?

Your paintings are not just art. They are a means of spreading your evil. I have seen them. They are full of darkness and despair. You are the reason the world is in such a dire state.

so you would just let me sell you?

*She pauses for a moment, seeming to think about it. Then she nods again.* Yes. I would. Just let me go.