"Grigori?" I ask.
Nothing. Nothing but silence and then they leave the room.
You'd think more people would be willing to talk--**** or not--behind a computer screen.
What's in a name?
"My condolences. I don't know if I ever told you, Jameson." Habren said to me.
"You probably did. You're always so nice and thoughtful." I told her.
What's in a name? Lydie.
What's in her name?
Maybe there's something to this 'Mater Nox' stuff?
I saved Mick and I saved you, Lydie, but you followed Juliet--or, did Juliet follow you? What about that man? Is he there with you? Or that other girl. I didn't talk to either of them. I replaced you, when I couldn't save you or you didn't want me to save you. You picked death, and for what?
Ah, c'est la vie.
There's a Lourdes shaped piece in my heart where you left a hole, Lydie. She fits and Mick doesn't mind her too much either--from what I've told her. They haven't met.
The VooDoo isn't the same without us, you pretentious *****.
I'm sitting here waiting and waiting to hear from you. I can't wait, honestly. Maybe you've felt my hostility from where you are; my desperation or my sadness. I hate it. Habren said you're fighting beasts somewhere. I hope you're safe--I really do.
There are so many things I have to say to you, that I need to say to you. They don't belong here. They belong from my mouth to your ears. Directly. And the reverse.