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SPOILERS FOR SEASON 9

I dream for the first time, because I am human.

There's a long hallway and the walls are dripping light. As I walk, my hand trails the wall, interrupting marks of brightness with dirt and blood.

It reminds of good intention and revenge.

Rooms pass by.

One smells of decay and burning wings.

One echoes the wails of souls ignored and branded.

One reverberates, fueled by what I imagine is terror.

There is no end, but I turn my head and can almost see. He smiles like God but reeks of the fallen. It is Jimmy. The man who I could not bear to think of, for his pain scratched the back of my mind and I had lost him somewhere along the imprints of my grace, his absence a reprieve of conscience.

But there he stands, sullied by my presence, but promised absolution for his holy duty.

He says to me, "I have so much to show you." And I can only hope he is a better man than I was an angel.