"So. What are you, exactly?" He asks

I look at him, very confused.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"I'm not supposed to be here. Just. Can you tell me, what you are?" He asks.

"What I am? It's who. I'm Token," I say.

"Clyde. Anyway. I just want to know what you all are," he says.

"I'm a person that happens to have wings," I say.

"Why did you hide them?" He asks.

"My wings? Um... it's very personal," I say.

"What basically are your wings then?" He asks.

"I wish I knew something. But I don't. I'm sorry," I say.

"Do you wings have nerves in them?" He asks.

"I guess," I say.

"How did you get the wings in?" Clyde asks.

"There is this sort of ritual, when we turn 10. We open our backs and it doesn't heal over. Which sounds pretty weird now that I think about it," I say.

"Wait. Open your back? Like, literally?" He asks.

"Yup. It doesn't hurt because the wings cover them but we all have scars on our back from it, which looks pretty nasty to be honest with you," I say.

"I don't understand what that is. Why aren't you born with the wings and the hole they come from? Making them sounds so terrible," Clyde says.

"It's not really that terrible. Like I said, it doesn't feel like anything," I say.

"I've heard that you're really dangerous-," he starts.

I laugh.

"No, we are peaceful, at least we are, the ones you have in cages right now. But obviously there must be one or two with a rotten personality," I say.

"Do you live with us humans?" Clyde asks.

"I am human, just with wings. But no, we don't really. It's all because of the stories we got told as kids. And it's surprisingly correct if I see correctly," I say.

"How complex are you then? Are you on the same emotional level than any human?" Clyde asks.

"Yes. I think so. I don't know that many humans and my impressions are not really good right now but I believe so," I say.

"I feel bad. I mean, we aren't really as bad as the others let you think. We've got a lot on stop here, mostly our life as well as our family's life. To be honest, I'd like to think we are good people... but things happen," Clyde says.

"You're still pointing that thing at me," I say, calmly pointing it out.

"Gun? Well of course I am! I've heard the stories, I'm not going to let my guard down because you seem nice. I don't think that idea would be good at all, especially with the fact you have wings, meaning you have the possibility of attacking from above," Clyde says.

"Trust me, I can't get enough momentum to fly. This is a very small thing and I'd have to slow down to go a different way. Plus, the ceiling isn't high enough. I don't turn into a bird you know, I still have my weight to hold up as well," I say.

"True but I still don't trust you," he says.

"That's fine with me. Do you have more to ask?" I ask.

"Are all of you close?" Clyde asks.

"We're family. Well, not related but still. I have been looking after them for a very long time. Some of my first memories are about playing with Bebe, dancing with Leo, trying to swim with Tweek or talking with Stan. We all are very much like brothers and sister," I say.

"I-I'm sorry about everything that happened to you. I don't know the details, I was just told you got hostile and they had to shoot," Clyde says.

"HOSTILE?" I ask, angrily.

I take a breath, seeing Clyde's finger on the trigger.

"Look. It was a normal day until Leo ran up to us, telling us we were under attack. And by then, the elder and my parents were already shot. They promised to spare the rest if a couple of us promised to come with them, Stan and Leo were the first in line. Bebe and I tried to calm Tweek down, because he was going crazy. They wanted him but he was hyperventilating and not able to even think straight. So I promised to come with him and Bebe jumped with us. And then boom, they killed the rest of us. Although at that point it was too late and we got flown here. We agreed that it was better if we would comply as long as we wouldn't get killed, although of course Tweek and Stan had to throw a show. Although Tweek's was very understandable, considering all his problems. Stan, however, has no reason to scaring all of us half to death," I say.

"You're lying, aren't you? I got told the story in a completely different way. Apparently they tried to get over in a peaceful way, one of you attacked and then the rest, they had to kill to survive. So they had to take a couple of you for investigation, it happened to be you," Clyde says.

"I was there, unlike you. I was really there and saw everything. Sure, I might sound like I'm talking out of my ass. We almost killed a couple of you. Sure. Might have actually killed some, I didn't see. But it was us, who were attacked. Your people were on our lands and shot my father and mother while I was watching them do it," I say.

He sighs.

"Fine. I'll talk to you later. Do you need something I could help you with?" He asks.

"No, I'm fine," I say.

"Yeah, you haven't seen anything yet. I would savor, what I get, if I was you. The are planning to cut down on it to get you to tell something about yourselves that could help," Clyde says.

"Thanks for the warning," I say.

"Sleep well. Do you sleep?" Clyde asks.

"Sort of. We can just feel things very sensitivity, meaning you won't kill me when I'm asleep," I say.

"Aha. Okay," Clyde says.

He leaves.