For a single beautiful second, she thought she had gotten away with it when he apologized for that frankly terrifying experience. Then, he asked which… well, was better than she thought it’d go if she was being honest. She had immediately conjured images of being thrown into the bonfire by a screaming mob which may be what she deserved, but her very being shrank violently away from even the possibility of such a thing. Her very being really didn’t like the bonfire. Or the lanterns.

Her very being can fuck off.

“I. I uh.” She choked up for a moment. How was she supposed to answer when she no longer knew herself? Was it meta-gene? Was it fucked up cult magic? Was it both? What was ok anymore? They were dead!

“Idon’tknow.” She blurted out after a moment of stuttering. Honesty it is then. Which question was she answering? Yes.