Stupid |P|

    Anria grunted in acknowledgement, refusing to show any emotion or interest in the name itself. She was just glad that she finally had a way to address this Laura. The girl sat quietly yet again, expecting Laura needed time to calm herself and to reflect on what should be said and done next. This time gave Anria the chance consider, reconsider, and revise her course of actions.
    It had always been clear in her head, since The Betrayal, that she would remain a complete mystery. Anria had forced herself into obliging by a new standard, forced herself into seeming - to sensor in the utmost - like a total jerk. Only this way, she had theorized, could she protect herself. Never mind the chance to hold strength in numbers, she had thought on one of her weaker days. What strength is there if you cant be strong on your own? 
    This common thought coursing through her head, Anria confirmed with herself that she wouldn't reveal anything too important, too intriguing or fundamental about herself. Yet, considering Laura hadn't yet spoken either, Anria realized that it was a possibility that neither of the two girls would woman up and speak like mature people. So what was left? Sit until the moon had withered away? Until the bricks and mortar of the sanctuary had been chiseled away, the wood of the trees and homes rotted into oblivion? In all honestly, Anria would have, and could have, died instead of waiting that long for more of nothing to happen.
    "Who are they?" Anria asked, not really sure what she was implying. She was only aware that Laura had some serious mood changes, and Anria only believed that confiding in someone about these outbursts would help prevent any of Anria's own mistakes to repeat.

    It was, in all honesty, an... interesting analogy Laura had come up with in naming the species of her alternate personalities. Granted, Anria herself had no experience with  what she was beginning to see as MPD, so she accepted that Laura's thought process would be different than most other people's, if not enhanced. Yet, despite her inexperience, Anria found herself believing she could... What's that word? It rhymes with kelp... HELP this young woman make sense of her feelings, or at least support her in her coping.
    Having seen Laura morph into her snake form, Anria tensed slightly, hoping this "Skye" personality hadn't taken the reigns. However, seeing that the white-haired girl had no hostile intent, she settled into stretching out on her side for a more relaxed conversation, her head resting on her hand and her other arm draped across her waist in a comfortable fashion.
    "Here's what I think," Anria began after watching the snake for only a slight hesitation. She didn't even bother asking if Laura wanted her advice, because she would have given it anyway, if not to help then to annoy. "Its true, you have different... voices... in your mind, yet I refuse to believe they are different from one another. The three of you are one and the same, regardless of independent thought, you all want to give yourself the best shot at life you can. That may seem difficult, but its entirely possible." Seeing herself that this explanation may be confusing, Anria persisted without leaving time for a response. "Your personalities; they have the same goal, and different courses. Skye, you said it was, was the more... well, fiery one? She's your instinct, the flight or fight mode. Well, mostly fight, I would say from experience." Anria giggled slightly. "Edessa is the calm, patient one. She's thoughtful, rational, and helps you make the tough choices in life that can't necessarily be decided with a few upper cuts. And you? You're their leader. It may not seem like it, but with your guidance, you can harness both of their assistance, and work as a team to be stronger and smarter than anyone else."

|Well that's rather wordy. Have fun <3|

    Raising an eyebrow, Anria looked Laura over one more time, just to be sure she was talking to a human being. Er, well, therian being, to be exact. The red-head almost laughed at her ridiculous thought. Calmly reminding herself that she was in the middle of a conversation, Anria returned her thoughts to the present.
    "I'm an awful leader."
     "You're the one talking right now, aren't you?" Anria pressed, pointing a finger at this new acquaintance. "Skye is strong. If you can swallow her, you're in control. And she may not like that, but she'll have to suck it up and deal with it, 'cause otherwise you'll all take the fall." 
    Why didn't SHE take the fall when she... did that to me? Anria questioned silently, referring to her past experiences. She kept feeling like every word she spoke to Laura brought back horrible memories, as if the very thought of talking to a real, honest person ripped the layers upon layers of desperately-woven stitches that she had so determinedly created and protected.
    Why was I the only one that suffered when all I did was tell the truth? Why was I betrayed? Overpowered? A chill made Anria's whole body convulse slightly as she sat staring at her hands in her lap, a very distant look on her drawn face.
    Why wasn't I strong enough?

    What was that, that stillness and intense focus that Anria felt? She was overcome by an unknown force that pressed her down into the ground as Laura took this new information in. Stoic, docile, and - could it be? Yes, it was fear. Fear that she really couldn't be an impossible wall. Fear that history would repeat itself. No, I deserve this moment of weakness. I have to help myself by helping Laura. She is, after all, just like me, isn't she?
    "Anria, what was your mistake?"
    Mistake. A mistake she had made so long ago had affected her for so long. How long ago was it? Weeks? Months, only a few days? A sudden unawareness of time and space blasted in Anria's face like molten rock, frying her skin and causing her to shake uncontrollably. And it was wet - was she drowning? What was this salty liquid that spewed from her eyes and into her mouth? Memories raked their claws along her vulnerable, raw skin, and she was dying, because how else could her life flash in front of her like this?
    "Trust." Anria nearly choked on the word, her voice hardly a whisper as she struggled against fainting. "I trusted a friend."