027: Denial, Anger and Bargaining [Accidental Visual / Location: the Northern Island]
The room was dark and silent. The moonlight entering through the open window - DG, sitting on Glitch's bed with her knees hugged to her chest and her cheeks stained with tears, hadn't had the presence of mind to draw the curtains after sunset - was barely sufficient for the tablet. Not that she knew she was being recorded. The last thing that she wanted was to share her grief with the city, but the aliens obviously had other ideas.
No. That wasn't the last thing she wanted. This, this, was the last thing she wanted.
It was like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. Five hours had passed since Mick's message had been sent out. Two hours had passed since she'd given up her search and finally accepted the fact that he'd been telling the truth.
The people who'd been ... who'd been killed during the glitches had always come back in the past - she was grateful for that every time she saw Cain, even if she didn't understand it - but they couldn't be sure it would happen again. She didn't trust the aliens in the slighest. She never had. She certainly wouldn't trust them with something - someone - so important.
But maybe she could do something? Her mother had managed it, hadn't she? It had cost her her magic, yes, but it had brought DG back. She'd happily sacrifice her powers to make sure that Glitch returned.
(She was so focused that she didn't notice the spectral figure with lavender eyes standing in the doorway, shaking her head and urging her headstrong youngest daughter to be more cautious.)
DG stood up so suddenly that she knocked the tablet off the bedside table, looking purposeful even in her grief. Did it involve a spell that she didn't know? Would she need his ... his body to perform it? Right now, it didn't matter. If there was even the slightest chance of making this work, she had to try.
She'd start by finding the person who had caused his death.
No. That wasn't the last thing she wanted. This, this, was the last thing she wanted.
It was like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. Five hours had passed since Mick's message had been sent out. Two hours had passed since she'd given up her search and finally accepted the fact that he'd been telling the truth.
The people who'd been ... who'd been killed during the glitches had always come back in the past - she was grateful for that every time she saw Cain, even if she didn't understand it - but they couldn't be sure it would happen again. She didn't trust the aliens in the slighest. She never had. She certainly wouldn't trust them with something - someone - so important.
But maybe she could do something? Her mother had managed it, hadn't she? It had cost her her magic, yes, but it had brought DG back. She'd happily sacrifice her powers to make sure that Glitch returned.
(She was so focused that she didn't notice the spectral figure with lavender eyes standing in the doorway, shaking her head and urging her headstrong youngest daughter to be more cautious.)
DG stood up so suddenly that she knocked the tablet off the bedside table, looking purposeful even in her grief. Did it involve a spell that she didn't know? Would she need his ... his body to perform it? Right now, it didn't matter. If there was even the slightest chance of making this work, she had to try.
She'd start by finding the person who had caused his death.