A Gracious Sentinel

Ludo "Would that I took them anywhere, sweetling." The memories bubbling around in Phoebe's head were delicious. Ludo might have taken any shape it liked - any number of Emmett's torn-to-bits family; Sabrina with her button nose and her freckles; even the memory Remi had given him, of the blonde woman with the paint in her hair. But it was tired, in truth. Tired of LongNight. Tired of the barrier. Whilst the darkness and the death did not affect Ludo in the same way as Safrin - indeed, it was at its strongest during this time, which was probably the only reason it had been able to perform a feat such as forcing a soul back into a constructed body, that wasn't to say it enjoyed itself. Once it did, of course. Maybe one day it would again. But not this LongNight. "I merely hold them for safekeeping," it said, drifting on its rags down before the shrine, its porcelain mask tilting curiously. "What would you like me to tell you? That they are at peace? That they feel no pain?"