Illy and Remy
"Yes, I am happy for them - happy there is a party too," Illyana agreed. She thought it was nice, something to be proud about if you had worked hard in school - it seemed so normal, so pure. Not anything she knew much about, but that was fine - she knew a sky devoid of stars, black as onyx, demons and a time as a kaleidoscope and also something that existed separately. Her existence here, on Earth, would be filled with a lot of learning. Maybe she could catch up.
She returned the smile, though hers was sharper - had a razor's edge, though it wasn't anything against anyone. Definitely not Remy. It was simply the way she was - dangerous, an outsider, a square peg in a round hole. Especially in a place like this.
She felt strangely at home in the Sanctum though. What was off-putting to others was welcomed by the likes of her.
"I am just not sure what to do with myself now that I am here," she admitted, shrugging one shoulder. "How do you be normal?"