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Ezra paced inside of his office as he watched Love through Faith's eyes.
Her friend had been killed in front of her eyes and yet she looked so - calm.
Her cold silver eyes watched the flames burn inside of the cathedral. Ash began to fall and swirl around them as the group watched the flames in varying degrees of grief.
Except for Love.
Love watched them curiously, had they even known Sunny that long? Why was everyone acting like this? Should she cry too like Faye and Till did?
She searched inside of herself for a moment struggling to understand her own emotions.
All that she found there was an empty, numb and bitter feeling.
Death was commonplace, it was easy, life was the hard part. The Helsing's wall of dead faces was a testament to that.
