Well. That friend's gotten spat out of the mirrors. The one I was counting on to clean things up, in case I don't get to be there—if I wasn't there.

[Even the possibility of it made her heart twist horribly, and her stomach feel like lead. She'd kept those thoughts at bay since they'd Bonded, but they returned with new scenarios in tow—that no one would be there.]

[Fang closes her eyes again, tilting her head slightly forward.]

And Light, she's... she's not like she ought to be.