I – Salvation
She does not walk. She glides, as though the earth below is too much for her to handle. In his eyes, the earth doesn't deserve the blessed touch of someone so beautiful. But her expression… is that sorrow? No, it's fear. Fear for all of them, their eyes drinking her up, assessing in silence. He watches her gulp as she looks to Basilio, awaiting orders.
"This is Olivia. She'll be getting us out of Plegia."
On a day stained by death, Gaius could not have heard better news.
A/N: This one was kinda short. Sorry. That's my style (: I might crank out another little something this week. So far requests are accepted.