Gosh. So many people here are so incredible. I couldn't do anything cool like that at home, and here I'm just a vileblood, so I'm like. Poisonous if you bite me, I guess.

[It's something Mabel has struggled with pretty much ever since she's been here. How awful, to be anything vile. That she's able to rattle it off so easily now is a mark of her progress in accepting the situation.

To be fair, she's grown fangs and discovered a convenient increase in her pain tolerance in recent months, which does help. Still, she's the sort of person who can't help but feel a pang over being a normal girl with big teeth when literally everyone she meets is just cool.]