you were a fish trapped inside a bird cage.

all of your siblings were murderers of some kind, special. But you were just…you. Apparently too much like mother Miranda’s real daughter to taint. And thus looked down on, you didn’t fit in here.

but Karl was always there. Your older ‘brother’ who was surprisingly protective. He’d comfort you, and tell you about the outside world, the places he’d been.

he was your messenger bird.