the kids aren’t alright

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet ”I am glad to hear it.” she said softly, still unmoving, save for the trembling of her hands beneath the blankets. He would be hard pressed to spark rage in her over this, for there was nothing for her to be angry about. It was the natural outcome, and the logical one too. What else could she possibly be but contentedly resigned to the reality? When he touched her shoulder, Pim growled a warning, watching him closely. But Phoebe looked up then, her honeyed eyes near glazed over, expressionless, lacking the light they usually held. ”No you aren’t. Not really anyways. You have what it was that you wanted, and that is Lusea. I was never even close to her by comparison to you. I was convenient, that’s all.” she said quietly. ”I’m not sure what there is to thank me for either.”