As they all left, Mal continues to stare at the statue of her mother, hearing her last words before leaving the Isle. "The future of the free world rests on your shoulders. Don't blow it."
(Bold = Mal; Italics = Maleficent; Underline = both)
Mal looks on, getting closer and closer, speaking to the wax likeness of her mother, wondering about this whole "stealing the wand" plan they came up with, asking for a sign if it's the right thing to do.
Look at you, look at me
I don't know who to be, Mother.
Is it wrong? Is it right?
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