Talk:Lilim/@comment-26120285-20160805022912/@comment-30014014-20160920155129

I ponder. What can they possibly give me, if they can't even save themselves from a simple house fire? Why I could conceide that one was an infant, the other one should have been able to easily snuff it out. I decide to deliver the letter to someone else while perfecting my 'Shatter suit', a combat armor with life support in it to compensate for the damage the burns have caused me, while joining a illusion school, given to me by one of the societies. THe someone I gave the letter to happened to be in a romantic relationship with one of them.

Years later, I stand over one of their grand cathedrals as a wedding takes the day. Entombed within my suit, I watch as the man I've sent the letter to takes the hand of his sweetheart. "Heh, I guess this was the best thing to do." I mutter as I sit on the cross, a piece of cake on my hand, 'borrowded from their wedding table.