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Lucas drove himself mad with all of these thoughts. He wasn't to think of else until no more came, and still they carried on, continuing to eat at his once-fortified, now-vulnerable mind. The poor man had nothing else but thoughts, thoughts of himself, thoughts of that nameless other but whose name would roll of of his tongue like water over a cliff. That name... he knew he knew it. Oh he wished to call it, just to call it, but with only hope for an answer. Hope, if you will, which dwelled beyond hope's hope, that that lemon, sugar voice would let his own name fall, fall like an imprisoned monster let down from the heavens, wicked and divine as one could know. Hoped, but couldn't want. Couldn't need, long, yearn. For in his mind dwelt nothing but just that hope, for what he could not know but to hope.

Finally.
Beyond all doubt, now he was certain. Crumbled walls, rebuilt now in his mind, he knew. And to know, oh what glory to know. No longer was he to be imprisoned by blind hope and its accompanying shadow of bleak doubt, but free to speak, to know, recall, remind, and that name. It became clear with that single word, that thornless bloom, that glowing, blazing ember.
Will.

As he came to, Will surveyed his surroundings. Arms that seemed at once warm and loving and cold and strange, familiar in the most peculiar of ways. He looked up at eyes with the same warnings. Strange, new, imprisoning, warm, foreboding, loving. He wondered if they were human. The voice which accompanied them was not. Alien to his ears, familiar to his heart. He wasn't even sure if he'd actually heard it as much as felt it. The words it spoke, he did not know. He understood.

Mein Engel ist zu Himmel gestiegen.*
"My angel has risen to heaven."
He wondered if Hell would have been any different.



*I'm not entirely sure if this is an accurate translation

That is beautiful, confusing a little, but beautiful all the same. I like your writing style, it is very much like my sisters.

Ryore