Devil With A Halo, An Angel With Horns

There wasn't much to read from Kasey's eyes, considering that was not where her emotions were held. The feelings of animosity may have been prevalent, but they were irrelevant to the matter. What was said was said, and what was done, was done. A strange arrangement of an appointment turned into a meeting of sorts, and then a display of power. Was this the future of heroes, or was it simply a stray who had wandered upon such an event?

The wings were more than her quirk, it was a physical alteration. It was extra limbs. Even if her quirk was "cured" those wings would remain, as would all of the marrow-based fibers Kasey held in her body. Along with the changes, the horns would remain. In a world where quirks lost, that would be her reality. It only took children to remind her. To have a student say that the government categorized quirks by physical traits, ones that labeled Kasey as a devil, was even more concerning. The government? Was that the basis of her ideals? Would they defend her youth center? No, it would not be like that. She had seen Semper Fi. A place like that, in a world like this was a death sentence. If she had insider knowledge, then it was exactly as it appeared.

The young girl's curiosity was getting the better of her, and Kasey would not indulge the secrets of her abilities. The small limits she placed on herself were the only things keeping order in her world. Empathetic words meant nothing if you truly did not know the horrors of someone else. If you assumed what had happened, then you were only relating to the surface level of the issue. The girl couldn't understand, she wasn't there. She wouldn't have to understand the feeling of taking someone's life, to save someone else's. The feeling of knowing it was wrong, but doing it anyways because to not carry the burden, was to carry a heavier load if you failed. If she didn't toss aside her morals, she would let students, innocent lives die. But to save them, was to force them to disregard their ethics. Which of the two roads was preferred? Could anyone else understand her ultimatums? Could anyone else understand how many she had made between when the sun rose, and the moon ascended?

She spoke on about her fears and woes, a past she held onto. She ran from it, or rather, flew away from it, yet would retell the story again. How many times would she choose to relive it? How many times would she recite it before she had moved on? Only twice had Kasey recalled the truth of her parents. She felt no need to share how much they hated quirks, and by extension their daughters. It was easier to face them, and know the truth, than to live a life of what ifs. What if Kasey hid her quirk? Would she had grown up with her sister? Would they have been closer? Would her parents still be alive? every day, she faced her reality. Every day was another touch choice hiding behind the other. Every day, she had to learn to accept what she had done, and advance. She did not have time to live in the past. But every moment alone, she would spend grieving.

A hero that threatens to kill, is not a hero. She was just a vigilante in hiding. What if her father had done something? Was it not the heroes to trust in the justice of Japan? Was it not their duty to only apprehend subjects and leave it to the government to decide their fate? It didn't matter. Kasey was no longer a member of Yuuei. Cultivating and helping kids made the right choices was no longer her job. Her job now, was to look after the general population. She could not concern herself with a single subject who may go against the grain. She nodded along, listening, but remained silent.

The feather was offered, and Kasey shook her head. "With enough training, I'm sure you can reach the clouds. Though, based on your physiology, I would assume your bones are not hollowed like other avian. You don't seem to manifest traits of birds, which only means that the wings you have are also solid bone." She pointed with her pen, directing at the girl's wings, and then the general potions of her body. "Strength is a necessary factor for your wings to generate enough power to lift a normal human body. In order to lift a heavier person, your wings would have to grow stronger, and with it, the rest of your body. All of it is related." She took in a deep breath. "There's not much you can show me here, unless you can also shoot lasers from your eyes." she would smile, "If anything, weight, and other small bits of data would be helpful, not so much a display."