Renée.
That is her name—rebirth.
She is the phoenix.
Oswald watches him carefully afterwards. He puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head in remorse.
"She is not Lacie, Jack," he reminds gently. "It is rebirth, not resurrection."
Yes; of course he knows. He wants to pretend ignorance.
But this time, he can't.
They are too different.
Lacie is more desirable, whilst she is a passing fancy.
However, he thinks he might be lying to himself now.
Camellias replace the roses on his bedside table.