She doesn't deserve her wings. Five knows she is evil, a monster raised to be nothing but a tool. She hadn't rebelled from the role given to her like Nine and Twelve, or died before she had the power to fight back like the rest of the children. No she had accepted her fate and been as horrible as the people who had tortured them.
So she can't understand she gained wings like the rest of them. To be honest, she hadn't accepted the fact there was an afterlife til Nine and Twelve had shown up and convinced her she wasn't hallucinating.
The rest of them are so carefree. She has no emotional attachment to any of them. Nine had been the only one to rival her intellect, so she hadn't cared to memorize the others numbers. The fact she remembered Twelve's surprised her. But that was not the point. They had suffered the same torture, and no matter the distance, they all shared a same bond. But still she was not like them. The being in charge of this place must have just gotten mixed up. That was the only way she could have ended up with these wings and in a place so nice like this.
So she spends her time watching the others. The others play and laugh and live the life they deserved, but she does not join in. She has not lost her arrogance. Five survived the horrors by developing it as a shield. She still saw herself as the smartest and most capable of the bunch. But she was in no way a good person, any idiot could tell that. It was logic that kept her from participating in anything but passive observing. Occasionally Nine and Twelve would come to check up on her, both nothing could compel her to move from her spot.
That is, until the last person she expected came to visit her.
In this world, it was hard to describe their physical forms. It was a cross between solid light, crow bodies, and their human forms. They shifted from those form as smooth as silk. You didn't so much recognize someone but sense them. Whatever the case was, finding Lisa Mishima staring at her was a surprise to say the least.
"You're so much younger than I remember. You could be my granddaughter," Lisa laughs and despite the fact she seems the same, Five deduces she must be much older. Strange, she didn't realize she had spent years here.
"Come to push your long lifespan in my face?" Five sniffs.
"No, in the end we all end up here," Her voice trails off as she gazes at the paradise Five seems disinterested in. "It is so great finally reuniting with the boys, but they tell me you haven't done a thing in the decades you've had to yourself." Ugh, the mouse has grown a backbone and thinks she knows so much.
"Why do I concern you!? I used you to hurt the only people that cared about you."
"True, but I forgave you a long time ago."
"That's a foolish thing to do," Purple eyes narrow in disgust. "If I hadn't ran out of time, than I could have hurt you even more."
"You probably could and would have," She laughs again, an annoying sound, so confident and knowing. "Still it takes courage to forgive. I don't know how I could be brave back then and pray for an enemy, but I managed to do it."
"Why do you even want to associate with a monster like me?"
"You're not a monster."
"Don't you dare lie to me!" Five growls. "My hands are stained with blood. I hurt people. Are you just trying to disagree with me to piss me off even more?" She tries to channel any lingering emotions into pure anger, but it doesn't work. She is tired and so weak now. Only a few questions from this bitch that took away Nine and Twelve's attention and she feels like a mess. Ugly sadness claws at her throat, and for the first time since she was ten, she cries.
It comes up in raw, broken gasps, but Lisa doesn't seem to notice, holding her like she's a child and rubbing soothing circles in her back. "There, there. You did do bad things, but you were forced to take on a hard shell because if you didn't, you wouldn't survive. But you don't need the shell anymore. You can change, you're free," Lisa draws back looking over the younger girl. "Come on, there are some people who have been waiting forever to see you again."
This defies the well-constructed logic Five was taught to believe in. It even defies the animal part of herself, friendly as a rabid hound. She wants to do anything but associate with this creature who fails to see the truth, but she doesn't pull back when Lisa takes her hands in her's. The older woman give a gentle squeeze that makes Five trust her for some reason, and soon they are running hand in hand.
"How did you drag me into this?!" It doesn't make sense, her body has betrayed everything that she believes in.
"Don't be scared! Just relax, you're free!"
Free. The word stirs up something inside her, and a smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
For the first time, Five flies.
A.N. Just realized I have never written these two amazing women talking together and that needed to change. While I'm not completely satisfied with the ending, I want to show more Five taking the first step to forgiving herself than Lisa permanently "fixing' her.