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[willowtenbrook]

The sun isn't supposed to be that color. It's not. I want the sun back.

[She sighs; it's heavy. The tension leaves her voice, but a weariness replaces it.]

Is everybody okay? No one else is missing right? Lucifer? Are you... Um. Are you feeling alright?

Man, I don't even have the mace anymore.

[A spirited, almost insistent bark. She musters a

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[freedomtoleave]

No, it is not meant to be that color. It makes a rather obvious point, doesn't it?

I am as well as you might expect, plagued as I am by the demands of this idiotic body.

[willowtenbrook]

It's really that bad for you?

[freedomtoleave]

Bad may be a bit of an overstatement. An inconvenience is likely more accurate. Still, it is not particularly comfortable.

[willowtenbrook]

Oh.

[A pause. Her tone is flatter than normal.]

Well that, um, sucks. Can I... Can I do anything?

[freedomtoleave]

No, I do not believe that there is.

What about you? How are you handling this?

[willowtenbrook]

Well, I mean. You could be hungry. I could get you some food. Or something to drink? Maybe a pillow? Are you tired? I am. Let me go find another blanket. This one's kind of thin. And it's cold here. Stupid light in the sky doesn't do anything for that. Not the sun. Not the real sun, anyway.

[freedomtoleave]

I am many things, but that is beside the point. Remember who I am, and that I have been doing this far longer than your entire species.

What troubles you? The atmosphere of this world? Or something else?

[willowtenbrook]

It's nothing. It's stupid.

[freedomtoleave]

Evidently it is not stupid else it would not be bothering you.

[willowtenbrook]

I don't think they're here anymore.

[freedomtoleave]

Are you referring to Owen and Ainsley? When I left this world two years ago, I returned to the moment I was taken from the Void. Unless the process has changed, it is likely that the same thing occurred with them.

[willowtenbrook]

He's dead, then.

[freedomtoleave]

Owen? Perhaps. Would it make you feel better if I were to look for him?

[willowtenbrook]

Look for him?

[freedomtoleave]

My niece was killed and her soul stolen by one who had something of a grudge against me. I found her, and I retrieved her. There are myriad worlds beyond this one, planes upon planes of existence. Nothing ever truly ends, and nothing is ever truly lost. His soul can be found and returned to life, if he should choose to take that route, or ushered along to some more suitable locale.

[willowtenbrook]

[Her voice breaks.]

Please?