Who: Casse and an extra NPC, or a few

Where: N/A

What: Flashback/forward 12, not in continuity with the last two

"Barakeil? Why are the clouds so white?"

He blinked and looked at her seriously causing her to smile oddly. She looked like a small child might staring up at leaves fall down around them, and he looked like some set to guard duty finding their charge a trial and tribulation, like a teacher over an unwilling student.

"Do you realize you never smile? You are always so serious. It's annoying." Casse said nodding. She simply sighed when he crossed his arms unimpressed. She knew this annoying drill drill. He wasn't here to amuse her. He was here to watch, to guard, to wait for that flickering moment…of chance. Maybe she was as dead as it was whispered she been even when alive, but he had to hope. Everyone got that chance. It was his job to see that.

"What are you?"

His lips formed a scowl and she shook her head. She hated his eyes. This rich copper brown color, it almost seemed golden in the light -and there was so much light up here. They had a way of making her question every second of her life from when she was born till either of the times she'd "died". She hated the fact he wouldn't say anything more. She'd already had silence for more than a month. It was beginning to push past irrational urges.

"I'm not stupid. Stop glaring at me as if I don't know the words coming out my mouth and I do know the answers to my own questions. I know what you are, just not what you are. Some are for hope, love, and blessing. The ones of prayer, and then those of singing, and even millions beyond those few"

"Chance."

Casse blinked. Had he just spoken? Finally? After so long? Or had she just imagined it? Maybe was imagining this whole place. No. She couldn't imagine that voice. She'd never heard a voice like that in all her…travels.

It was like a warm tumble of water, coursing her skin, lighting it slowly with the lick of a flame of fire. It was rugged and so simple and open, she remembered again that of course it couldn't be a dream. No one human could imagine him and certainly not this place. This was the stuff of legends, and of course a place she'd been sentence to be damned for her crimes against humanity and mirad other races.

"What kinda of chance?"