Mary poured herself some homemade lemonade in the back sun room, looking out over the gardens. It had been some weeks since she'd stumbled back into the estate from fighting the Hallow. She was breathing, she was whole - mostly. The beast had changed her scarring, had stolen the harsh and self made 'hope' carved into her chest and turned into a serpent that coiled beneath her bust with agony and lightning. She stood still, even if she kept to every crew neck or collared shirt she owned.
The less she gave her grams and Damaris to worry about, the better.
Yet, she'd been quiet and contemplative over the last few weeks. She'd died. Again. Not that she seemed to stay dead, of course, but she'd died. Saving people. Again. All she got this time was an ominous scar and a vision of the end of the world, though she supposed it was too much to hope for anything beyond that. It was not as though the Surrounding had come to her aid this time; it had been too much to hope it would of course.
Mary wondered where her place in the cosmos was these days.
She idly rubbed along the serpent scar and sipped her lemonade. To think the world had almost ended just over a month ago now... It seemed both so recent and yet so far in the past now. Sometimes, when she powered up, she caught glimpses of the prison, a distant speck past the moon. Still too close for comfort, too close to relax.
If it had gotten out once... it could again. Be it by its own power, or by someone trying to use it for their own ends.
Stars, that chaos cannon.
Mary stared out at the gardens, not seeing them beyond the glass.
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