Ambition. That's what curls at the center of Mir's mind, dancing, tempting. A world out here, so wide and beautiful, and she has it all at her paws.

Every time Fiora talks, Mir listens. She may not remember all of it, but she's never heard Fiora say so much. There's a part of Fiora's spirit that's blossoming out here, and Mir knows this is just as good for Fiora as it is for her. The golden child and the black sheep-- two ends of the same shitty situation.

Perhaps Mir can pluck those feathers from Fiora's glimmering wings. She doesn't need them to fly.

"That's good to hear," Mir says, smiling. "I don't think it's bad, no. There's so much out here, Fiora. We deserve to see it."

She raises her head and sways in the ocean breeze. "Could you imagine living like this every day-- completely free?"