What is the purpose of all of this? Why have we come this far, only to lose everything at the very end? Why did we survive the Black Wing’s destruction of Northern Aldridge, only to follow a false religion and arrive here, only to be jailed?
The answer is me. I am the cause of all of this, and I am the one at fault. I should have realized the “Angels” were really not deities. I should have known they are the same as Muriel, the same as Noelle, and the same as me. They are people with wings and a little more physical strength than a typical human.
But these are all old terms. Noelle is right. I have no reason to continue calling them our old names for them in Northern Aldridge. The “Angels” are really “White Wings.” The “humans” are the “Wingless.” And we, despite believing ourselves to be free in Northern Aldridge, were nothing more than slaves without even realizing it.
I did not bother getting out of