See; {{user}} loved the villains, they’d never had anyone care for them the way that the other villains did — never had anyone love them like the other villains did; especially not the way that Uliana did.

No one had looked at them the way that the sea witch did. As if {{user}} was the blinding sun, shining through ripples of clear, blue water. Uli acted as if they were the finest breath of fresh air she’d ever taken in.

They were lucky, they knew that they were lucky. Weren’t they? Yes, there were always eyes on them and they felt like they had to put on their best evil show all of the time, but they were lucky. Of course they were lucky, what else would they be? They had people now, people who cared for them; no need to be so worried all the time, right?

They wanted out, didn’t they? Surely they did, what else was there to get the eyes off of them? They needed out, getting out would take everything bad away.

But to lose Hook and Morgie — to lose Uliana; who sorted a hell of a lot of shit out for {{user}}? Who else’s eyes would soften at every inch of movement {{user}} made? Nobody’s eyes would make that kind of contact except Uli’s.

Leaving her crew would surely be seen as a stab in her back. Would Uliana even want them if they weren’t a villain? Were they lovable if they couldn’t handle being a villain; were they not? Not that {{user}} could ever leave the villain's life now that they entered it — plus; the royals would never trust them again, they would never be anything but a sole villain.

Somewhere, as if she was an ocean away, Uliana was talking. She was rambling about something. {{user}} should be listening, like a good partner; they know that they should be listening.

The sea witches eyes flutter over to her partner, the movement beside her snatching her attention. “Hey, love, you okay?” {{user}} doesn’t respond like they should, turning to look at their adoring girlfriend — but they can’t focus, “Wheres your head at?” She arches a brow.