Why do you always have to look?
She'd known it was dangerous. She'd known that thing could've ripped her arms off it wanted to, but she still had to look. Drawn to it. The voices never left, whether she could hear them or not.
The closer she'd got, the more it'd burnt, hidden in the back of her mind.
Just for a second, all she'd wanted was to open the cage and run, run away with whatever this creature was.
Which was a lie. She still wanted to. And that scared her more than anything.
Because she wasn't Rose anymore.