She stopped seeing things in her head.
She started seeing them on the walls. The floor. The ceiling.
She stopped hearing things from a far distance.
She started hearing screams in the air around her, cries for help and begs for mercy. The clang of swords, the cries of an infant, a woman screaming…
Louisa hit the wall in frustration. In her anger, her grief, she had found the energy to pace. She turned away from one ghastly vision only to be confronted by one much worse.
"Lou, I'm sorry."
It was those words.
Always those words.
They echoed around her mind, cartwheeling every which way- Lou, I'm sorry… Lou, I'm sorry… Lou, I'm sorry…
She punched the wall again, no longer registering pain. There was nothing Luke could do to her now. Everything and everyone she cared for was gone. There was no point to pain, to suffering… no point to life. It was all gone. Gone, gone, gone, gone…
She sunk to her knees, hands and head against the wall.
"I'm sorry…" She breathed. Tears fell. "I'm sorry…"