My eyes open and Heela is looking at herself through my perspective.
The wet corners of her lips from the tears makes me grin.
Her pale green eyes look so dead I could put her in a morgue, and no one would notice.
The bun is ridiculously tight.
Gaps in the energy open up around the white sphere we are surrounded in.
Blue water is seen and lets in light that bounces off of her hair.
It looks like we are moving through a white and blue dream.
'Go ahead'.
Heelas voice sounds like she is really happy in my head.
'Have at her'.
'Do your worst... big boy'.
I grin from ear to ear, and I know Heelas familiar feels it too.
All my bad intentions come to the surface of my mind, and I feel whatever is in my head squirm in delight.
She really does feel bad for killing my mom.
Not just the average kind of hurt either.
A once in a lifetime kind of pain.
