LILY
The darkness is absolute, except for the luxere’s glowing horns and the now two fish that hover around the door. She remembers them from last year, but imagines they aren’t for her. And you know what? That’s ok, because Lily doesn’t really intend to go outside this time. No matter what calls. No matter what tries tolure them out of the safety of boarded up windows and soft firelight. It isn’t worth it. Lily isn’t that brave.
But when the group comes back - and she can hear their voices, she can’t see much beyond the luxere’s light, but when they cross through to the safety of the circle (what is left of the circle? Honestly, it’s so hard to tell), Lily unlocks the door and pushes it open, revealing the belly of the Guildhall to the cold, vicious darkness. The opening itself is only as wide as it needs to be, so that the returning people (and unicorns… and whale) can get back in. Deimos might have to scrape himself in, as might the unicorns - but she bears witness to the trauma; the injuries and heartache and solemn faces of the group.
See? This is why you don’t go outside.
don't know if you love me or you want me dead
the way you're looking through my eyes
Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
