LUSEA
Oh, to be warm! The cloak is not enough to fully press out all the chill, but it is a start, and ah does it feel lovely to be to be wrapped in something other than thin cloth. "Dankie," I murmur to her gratefully, pulling the fabric tight around myself like armor against this strange place. It doesn't hide all the wounds, but some of them at least, and I feel a little more human already by virtue of wearing clothes.The angel is speaking again, and I try to concentrate, to make sense of all she has to say. I am not dead, that much is confirmed- and really, that much is unbelievable, an incredible relief that makes me laugh, the sound involuntary and real. Is that my voice? When is the last time I laughed?
That night-
-I laugh again, and again, and again, until the laughs fade into sobs, until there are tears falling from my eyes and my knees are on the floor and my chest is heaving and my throat is raw. I'm not dead. I'm not dead! Which means that Sunny...
"Did you see anyone else nearby? A man?"
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future
The blood in my veins
