When I come to, there are tears in my eyes, and Life is still standing in front of me. I mourn for a memory I no longer have nor remember losing.
Life pats my head gently, before turning away, and dispersing into tiny white moths that fly away. Death watches in silence, then looks back to me.
"You ready to go back?" he asks, and I nod, feeling the despair claw at my vision a bit.
Death is fading, giving me a light wave as-
-there's a light tap on my shoulder, and my eyes open. Queen Calandra looks a bit relieved, and she helps me up to my feet.
I can see why she's concerned; there's dried blood on me, and it looks like I have a serious wound somewhere.
But this is Quill's blood, I think to myself, as I wipe my hands on the side of my long pants.
"Where is Quill?" I ask her, and she shrugs, Sir Lucios walking in.
