[A sigh, like she's annoyed by this. And yet, for some reason, 'Dahlia' can't not respond to the question. It's like the person she really is is made for this kind of interaction.]
Morgan Fey, and Misty Fey.
[A pause.]
My mother, and yours.
[But her brows remain knit. Something's wrong with that. Why is something wrong with that? The negativity pools and Wonderland fights against Mia's confusion.]
What does this have to do with anything? It's not going to save you.
[Impatient. Mia steps forward, readying that knife. The illusion of Wonderland shocks her hair red. There are mirrors surrounding herself and Maya-- were they always there? Did they leave and come back again? They're here now-- and in those mirrors it's Dahlia, white-faced, dead, but still angry.]
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Morgan Fey, and Misty Fey.
[A pause.]
My mother, and yours.
[But her brows remain knit. Something's wrong with that. Why is something wrong with that? The negativity pools and Wonderland fights against Mia's confusion.]
What does this have to do with anything? It's not going to save you.
[Impatient. Mia steps forward, readying that knife. The illusion of Wonderland shocks her hair red. There are mirrors surrounding herself and Maya-- were they always there? Did they leave and come back again? They're here now-- and in those mirrors it's Dahlia, white-faced, dead, but still angry.]