“We’re on the same team, Judy! Underestimated, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 — aren’t you 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 of it?”
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“Oh, wonderful!”
The sheep’s eyes lit up with joy, practically beaming at the thought of getting to help. Her eyes wander off to a rather large building, presented with several rock-like pillars and a dome on top.
“It’s just over there, but, um… we’ll have to be a bit -
“Basically. The people of Zootopia have too much trust in their leaders. One might even call it dependency.”
Dependency that was not good for her agenda. A bit of chaos though? That would give her plans a little kick. She lifts her head, pridefully.
“We need that gone.”
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“ . . . “
Bellwether merely smirks as she exits the room, hooves clasped together. In a way, Judy was the one that truly ignited the flame. They were two halves of the same whole, after all.
If not for her, she wouldn’t have risen to power. And if it wasn’t for her, she -
- would have gotten away with it. It was poetic in that sense. For a long time, Bellwether believed things would always stay the same, but one little bunny who defied all odds… in a very twisted way… made her believe again.
“Oh, Judy…”
She says, sweetly as the lights -
“Agree to disagree. It’s been nice talking, Judy. It gets so lonely in here.”
Her eyes turn to face the white squares present upon the wall. That was the curse of solitary confinement. She almost thought she lost her marbles a few times.
When there’s nothing to talk to but -
- open air and fluff, things seem to get a little bit more constrained, more suffocating on the mind. She begins to wander back into the confined space, leaning fully now against the fuzziness of her own wool.
“The world seems so small in a place like this. Huh. Small world. -
“How right you are, Judy.”
Dawn takes a sigh, walking backwards, each step heavy upon the cell flooring. Her teasing grin returns, challenging. Another chuckle, leading in her words. Her optimism; she’s almost jealous of it.
“But there are a lot of Bellwethers in the world.
-
- were tuned into my trial. I acted like a maniac in front of the whole courtroom and the jury 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 unanimous. What does that say to you?”
Her elbow leans on the wool-filled armrest she made herself.
“The storm isn’t over. But, if it’s any consolation, Judy, I really -