The last I remember... is the darkness. The darkness and the light, while I drew my last breath...
[Her hand scrambles up his arm to find his shoulder, gripping it tightly as she steps closer, finding a proper sense of balance. Yes, she remembers dying. She should have been standing before God now, but perhaps it is His will - that she is here instead.]
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[Her hand scrambles up his arm to find his shoulder, gripping it tightly as she steps closer, finding a proper sense of balance. Yes, she remembers dying. She should have been standing before God now, but perhaps it is His will - that she is here instead.]