That had once again been Liliana taking care of herself, thank you. She'd been doing it for two hundred years and it had only gotten her enslaved by four demons.
"I should hope not," she sniffed. "Doesn't he work at the clinic?"
See? She had been absolutely right not to go.
"He sat down and took off his mask and glowed at me and at first it felt comforting. Soothing. Like my m--" She stumbled over that and then pretended that she hadn't, like a cat that had fully fallen on its face but wasn't going to acknowledge it. "Like warmth and softness. But rather than healing, it was just... telling me that it was okay to let go. To move on. That he'd help me pass. And then..." She stopped and just shuddered.
"Bad," she managed to say. "Then it got bad."
And she'd been so weak, so helpless. Everything she'd fought for two centuries to never feel again.
Re: The Aftermath.
and it had only gotten her enslaved by four demons."I should hope not," she sniffed. "Doesn't he work at the clinic?"
See? She had been absolutely right not to go.
"He sat down and took off his mask and glowed at me and at first it felt comforting. Soothing. Like my m--" She stumbled over that and then pretended that she hadn't, like a cat that had fully fallen on its face but wasn't going to acknowledge it. "Like warmth and softness. But rather than healing, it was just... telling me that it was okay to let go. To move on. That he'd help me pass. And then..." She stopped and just shuddered.
"Bad," she managed to say. "Then it got bad."
And she'd been so weak, so helpless. Everything she'd fought for two centuries to never feel again.