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Call him delusional; he is. Parrot is delusional. He is hopelessly naive, and still he hopes, even as his wings beat against the edges of his cramped birdcage, that there is a way out of this, a Parrot-and-a-Wifies to return to. There is a way out of this where no one gets hurt, some part of him screams, a tiny flame of hope burning in his chest.
His excellent rational brain produces this: he is naive. He is in denial. There is no way one of them won’t die in this prison. Still, its emotional counterpart goes on, gaily insisting that everything has to turn out right because - because there must be a Parrot-and-a-Wifies.
That delusion only shatters like a mirror when an explosion blows up the heart of Paragon and Parrot is left with a ghost for a best friend.