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So... hi? Sorry about the long wait (though I have still yet to finish the next chapter for Frost Bitten).
Honestly, this chapter was a complete bitch to write. I have at least three drafts for it and two of them were pretty much finished before I scrapped them and started from scratch. I'd get going with an idea or plot and then my muse decided to cheerfully say 'screw you' and abandon me. Let me tell you, not fun! Also, most of this chapter is something I literally made up off the top of my head and has little to no mention of the plot from the actual episode (just little parts here and there).
So, I hope that you enjoy this as I go and try to get some sleep for once...
And thank you to all the people who have stuck with this story - you are all wonderful people!
Peter sucked in an lungful of ash. Hacking and gasping, he looked around the flames wildly. "Lily!" He shouted, eyes and throat stinging from the smoke. "Tiger Lily!"
A hand suddenly grasped his and tugged on it hard. He was yanked around to face a girl with bright red eyes. His mouth opened, the greeting died on his lips when he got a good look at the person before him.
It looked like Lily but... different. The features were sharper, harsh and angled, while the unblinking eyes were the color of fresh blood. He studied her for the briefest of seconds, though that was all he needed.
"You're not Lily."
"Well, give the lost boy a prize," she cooed, head tilting suddenly. "Not as dumb as you look, are you?" She raised a hand, tapping her chin with a slim finger. "Though, if you were as smart as you think you are, you might have noticed before it was too late."
"Noticed what?" He hissed out, hand still clutching his throat. The flames had risen, dancing around the girl as she began to lightly bounce in place. "Where is Lily, what have you done to her?"
"Me?" She repeated, eyes overly bright. "What makes you think I did anything? I'm not the one that destroyed her mind, the one who continues to do so."
With a snarl, Peter leapt forward, his fingers closing around the girls neck. He shook her once, brow creasing when she merely let out a raspy laugh.
"Oh, that won't work." She mocked, eyes growing brighter. "You can't kill me without killing your precious Tiger Lily."
His blood ran cold and he stepped back, hand falling from her neck. The girl beamed at him, the expression feral and malicious, before she was suddenly behind him. "Who are you?" He snapped, not turning around.
"Oh, what a question!" She spun around, twirling gracefully amid the ash and fire. "But! We're out of time, lover boy."
Peter turned, his eyes narrowed into slits. "What do you mean?"
The girl sent him a smirk. "Lillian's waking up."
"Where would she have gone?" Emma demanded Gold as they stalked into the station.
Gold sent her a withering look in response. "Do you think if I knew that, I would be asking you for help?" He demanded icily. Gratified when Emma flinched, he continued. "As it is, I have no idea where my ward has gone."
Emma watched him carefully. "Why do you call her that?"
"Call who what?" He snapped back, far too stressed to care about Ms. Swan's ramblings.
"Lillian. She's your adoptive daughter and you call her your 'ward'." She couldn't stop an incredulous eyebrow from raising. "So, unless your hiding a batcave somewhere - "
"Emma!"
Both of them looked to see Henry sitting on the bench outside the room. His book lay open on his lap as he gazed at them curiously.
"Henry." Emma greeted with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "What are you doing here?"
He shut his book and jumped off the bench. "I came to congratulate you."
"For what?"
"Your genius plan." He answered simply, unsure as to why both Emma and Gold looked confused.
"And what plan's that, Henry?" Gold asked, not surprised when the boy remained silent. "Right." He muttered, inwardly fuming before he stepped past Henry and left the hall. He had to hold back the urge to curse, however, when he caught sigh of the empty jail cell.
"Sorry." Henry said after Gold had left them alone. "I thought Mr. Gold was in on it, now that he's Miss Blanchard's lawyer."
Emma titled her head. "In on what?"
"The escape plan." Henry responded, dread filling him.
Emma's stomach dropped. "The what?"
"Sheriff, could you join me, please?" Gold called from the room, his voice soft and deadly. Emma shared a look with Henry before they left the hall, joining Gold. "She's gone."
The blonde stared at the empty cell in horror before rounding on her son. "Henry, what did you do?"
"Nothing." He protested, shaking his head. "She was gone when I got here."
"Her arraignment's tomorrow. If she's not there…"
"She's a fugitive." Emma finished for Gold. "Doesn't matter if she's convicted for Kathryn or not – she's screwed. I have to go find her before someone notices she's missing."
"Oh, you mean Regina?" Gold asked innocently, his eyes hard.
Emma nodded. "The arraignment's at eight A.M. I'm sure she'll be here bright and early to celebrate her victory."
"Well, you have until eight A.M., then." His tone hardened like his eyes. "Might I remind you we already have another missing persons, Sheriff?"
Henry was looking between them, panic suddenly gripping him. "Is... where's Lillian?" He focused on Gold, his voice pitching higher in distress. "What happened?"
Emma knelt to his level. "Henry, I know you're worried and wanna help, but you need to go home."
"Emma, if they leave Storybrooke…" He began, shaking his head rapidly. "And Lillian hasn't been okay for a while," he gave her a pointed look.
"Not now, Henry." She whispered, Gold's stare burning into her back. "Come on." She wrapped an arm around Henry's shoulder and began to lead him from the station.
"Miss Swan," Gold called, not looking at her. "I know time is of the essence, but if Miss Blanchard doesn't return… Her future's in jeopardy. And if you're caught helping her, so is yours."
Emma frowned at his lack of concern for Lillian. Though, she had to admit that he looked seconds away from murdering the next person that spoke to him. "I don't care. I'd rather lose my job than my friend."
Gold waited silently for them to leave, his grip tightening on the handle of his cane. Without a word, he turned and stormed out of the station. Guilt mingled with the worry he already felt at Lillian's disappearance. He didn't even have the faintest idea of where she would go and he couldn't enlist outside help without Regina catching wind of it.
With a sigh, he resigned himself to combing through the woods himself.
Lily slammed into the tree, raw and bleeding hands scraping against the rough bark. Gasping raggedly, she looked around as the forest and sky swirled, blurring together into a kaleidoscope of greens and blues and browns.
Identical eyes flahsed at each other seconds before she slashed her arm down, sending him flying away as a large gash opened across his chest.
Her teeth gnawed on her lower lip, a sharp metallic tang flooding her mouth as the tender flesh split open.
A man and woman knelt before her, begging and wailing as she held their baby in her arms. Cold, red eyes stared back at them impassively as she turned on her heel and left them with their riches.
A scream bubbled up in her throat, closing it as her heart leapt from her stomach. Bile followed suit and she was soon on her knees, retching up what little remained in her stomach. As shivers racked her body, she held back the tears searing behind her eyelids.
"You're a monster. Monster!"
A pained noise escaped her as she jerked her head to the side. Panting, she slowly rose on shaking knees before beginning to stumble forward. She'd lost count of how many hours she'd been running through the woods, though had given up even trying to figure out. Her eyesight remained blurry and shaky, resulting in the many scraps and cuts along her exposed flesh.
Head throbbing, she stumbled along until collapsing against another tree. This time, she hung on tightly, her fingertips digging into the wood. Spots danced before her eyes before she snapped them shut, squeezing tightly.
"If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one," Peter crooned into her ear. "You may see at times, a shapeless pool of lovely, pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape," green eyes glinting in the ifrelight, he raised his voice as the flames flared higher. "And the colors become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire."
Lily let out a wordless, short scream before falling to her knees again. Clutching at her head, fingertips digging into her scalp, she finally allowed the darkness to once again take hold.
Gold frowned as he lightly stepped over another patch of mud. Muttering darkly under his breath, he wiped at his brow before looking around again. Lillian's trail, while faint to begin with, had faded away into almost nonexistence.
"Damnit!" He lashed out, his cane slashing against a nearby trunk.
"Trouble?"
Gold straightened, eyes narrowed. Jefferson stood a few feet away, reclining on a tree. The younger man eyed Gold quietly, not looking surprised in the slightest.
"Whatever it is, dearie, I'm not interested." Gold snapped gruffly. "Now, if you'll excuse me -" He turned, only for Jefferson to cut him off.
"She's not that way." His expression didn't change even in the face of Gold's stern glare. "Lilith, she's that way." He jerked over his shoulder with his thumb. "Poor thing, last I saw, she was on the ground."
With a speed that belayed his appearance, Gold was on him. Pressing his cane to the other man's windpipe, he leaned closer to snarl softly, "Where. Is. She?"
He allowed several seconds of Jefferson's sputtering, pulling back when the man's face began to purple. Coughing, Jefferson rubbed his smarting throat.
"A... m-mile that way." He rasped, bent at the waist.
Without sparing the younger man a glance, Gold turned and hobbled in the direction Jefferson had indicated.
Peter jerked backwards, nearly stumbling into Felix. The blond lost boy stood, managing to grab hold of his leader's arm and hold him steady.
"Pan? What is it? What happened?"
Peter ignored the rapid questions, his green eyes hazy and stunned. Mind racing over what had just happened, he didn't protest when Felix maneuvered him onto the stump the other boy had previously occupied.
Felix knelt next to him, dark eyes narrowed as he waited for Pan to catch his breath. A quick glance told him that the shorter boy looked as if he'd been through hell. Sweat dotted his brow while his wide, stunned practically looked through Felix.
"Pan... " He began again, speaking slowly as if to a child. "What happened? Did something happen to Tiger Lily?"
Peter's head finally jerked in the blond's direction. Felix nearly stumbled back at the sight of the torn, grave expression in them.
"It's Lily... something's happened to her." Shaking his head, he stood and raised his arm.
A soft shriek filled the air before his Shadow flew down into the clearing, gazing intently at its master with yellow eyes.
"Go." Pan ordered flatly, eyes blazing. "Go to Storybrooke and find Tiger Lily."
It nodded once before it spun round and flew back into the air, disappearing past the tree line.
"Exactly what's wrong with Tiger Lily?" Felix asked cautiously, aware of how on edge Pan appeared.
Peter exhaled sharply, hands curled into fists by his side. "It seems the reappearance of her true memories before the Curse was broken have had... averse affects." With that, he turned and shouldered his way past Felix, fingertips crackling with energy.
Gold stumbled over another root, cursing Regina angrily in his head. She just had to surround them with a forest, didn't she? So lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear Henry until he almost ran over the boy.
Henry stumbled back, both of them eying each other in shock before Gold regained his senses. "Henry, what are you doing out here?"
"Looking for Lillian." He shot back bravely, the quiver in his voice giving him away. "I don't care what Emma says, Lillian needs help." Despite the conviction in his voice, he hesitated, clearly waiting for Gold to scold him.
The pawnbroker, however, was glad for the help. Henry could move faster than him, and he knew the boy and Lillian had traversed these woods more than once. "When you put it like that, I guess I have no choice." He muttered, watching Henry's face light up. "I have it on good authority that she is," he pointed with his cane ahead. "That way."
Henry beamed up at Gold before he turned and began tramping through the woods, the older man on his heels. They continued on in silence for quit some time, Henry sensing that Gold wasn't going to be very receptive to chatter.
However, the sight of red staining a tree made the boy stop dead as his heart leapt into his throat. Wide-eyed, he merely raised a trembling finger when Gold demanded to know why they'd stopped.
The pawnbroker stumbled forward, reaching out to look closer at the blood. Cursing his lack of magic, he turned to Henry and softened ever so slightly at the panicked look on the boy's face.
"We'll find her, Henry."
Henry merely nodded, eyes stilled fixed on the bloody hand prints.
"Lily!" Peter shouted as he tramped through the still burning area. Arm raised to protect him from the heat, her spun around, calling for her. "Lily!"
"Wow, you don't know when to give up, do you?"
He turned to see the girl from earlier perched on a crumbling wall, miraculously untouched by the flames. With a soft grunt, she jumped down from the wall and it immediately caught fire.
"You know, there's a reason I'm here and Lily's not." She circled him, a predatory grin on her pale features. "She doesn't want to see you."
He lashed out, catching her by the throat once again before he pinned her to the wall she'd vacated. The flames extinguished the moment she touched it and he dug his forearm into her windpipe.
"Where is she?" He demanded through clenched teeth. "Where are you hiding her?"
The girl laughed, the sound cruel and bell-like. Her red eyes slid past his shoulder, meeting the pale aqua across the distance. Lily watched in silence as Peter continued to threaten the other, keeping her mouth firmly shut as another spasm of pain shot through her skull.
All this time... and she'd had magic. Despite the circumstances of the Curse, she knew having a cache of magic was possible. However... she hadn't made one. So for this to happen - for the other to be created - it would mean that she'd had magic inside of her, lying dormant all this time.
Emma's return had set in motion events that had morphed the magic inside her into something dark. The Dark Lilith was evil, she would never deny that. But this other being, that her dormant magic - the magic she'd been born with - had created was darker than she even thought possible. The migraines, the nightmares, while mostly caused by Peter's presence, had merely worsened what had already been happening inside her.
She remembered now, this had all started back in the Enchanted Forest. Shortly before the Curse, she'd begun to black out and miss hours at a time. Rumple had noticed and had, to her knowledge, fixed the problem. However, it was glaringly obvious that he'd merely delayed it and, once her mind was in shambles again in the wake of remembering about the Curse, it had broken free.
Her eyes snapped up the moment the air shifted around her. Raising her gaze, she met Peter's stunned one and watched his mouth open seconds before darkness yanked at her.
"Lillian!"
"Lillian!" Henry nearly screamed the moment they came upon the pale, unconscious girl.
Gold had been grumbling darkly as he followed Henry. Finding Jefferson and beating him with his cane before strangling the man with one of his own cravats was starting to become a very appealing option seconds before the boy had stumbled upon their missing person.
After nearly tripping over yet another root, Gold knelt as close as he could to Lillian and pressed his shaking fingers to her pulse. A sigh of relief escaped him before he reached into the pocket of his suit coat.
"Stay with her, Henry." He ordered, not waiting for the boy to respond.
Henry gripped Lillian's limp hand, holding back a whimper at the sight of her ashen, lifeless cheeks. Gold was on his phone, muttering softly in the background as Henry silently pleaded for Lillian to wake up. Clutching her hand to his chest with both of his, his heart nearly stopped when her fingers tensed around his.
His hopeful gaze shot to her face, only for his heart to skip at beat. "Gold!" He shouted, the sound shrill and terrified.
The pawnbroker turned and nearly dropped the phone from shock. Lillian was staring at Henry, her once clear aqua eyes now a vibrant shade of red. Those red eyes were so accusing and filled with hurt that Gold forced himself to look away.
"Gold... what's wrong with her?!" Henry's plaintive cry knocked Lillian out of the haze she'd been in and she swiveled back round ot him.
"Henry," she rasped out seconds before her eyes rolled back and she slumped against his shoulder.
"Lillian?!" He cried, roughly shaking her slim shoulder. "Lillian!" He swung to Gold, voice pleading. "Gold, we have to help her!"
Gold closed his eyes at the sound of Henry's panicked cries. Swallowing past the lump in his throat and burn in his eyes, he reopened his phone and dialed the number. The moment his bodyguard answered, he shouted at the man to get to them before snapping the phone shut so hard the screen splintered.
Stumbling over to a now frantic Henry, he prodded the boy to help him carry Lillian towards the road. Thankfully, it didn't take long for them to be found, taking even less time for them to drive up to the hospital. A call ahead ensured that both Whale and a gurney awaited them at the hospital doors, light spilling from the glass.
Henry rushed along the doctors, Gold's glare silencing any protests at the boy's presence. Gritting his teeth as his eyes prickled, the older man spun on his heel and slipped into the car with a groan.
"You aren't stayin' with the little lady?" His bodyguard asked cautiously.
Gold shook his head. "No, I uh... I know where I'm not wanted."
"Peter!" Lily slammed into him, wrapped around him tightly.
Peter stumbled back, barely able to keep them from falling into the raging fires before returning the embrace.
"Aww... isn't that just sweet?" Lily stiffened in his hold as he turned to face the other girl. She scowled at them. "It makes my teeth hurt."
With a snarl, Lily yanked free of Peter's now protective grasp and slammed into the look-alike. "Get the hell out of my head." She snapped angrily, eyes a fiery red.
The other girl merely snarled back. "You made me, did you forget?" A mocking pout twisted on her lips. "And never even shared -"
"My magic made you!" Lily exploded as black must surrounded them. "And Rumple made sure you were alive."
Peter watched as the other girl stiffened, disbelief flickering in her red gaze. "How do you know about -"
"About Rumple's deal with you?" Lily finished flatly, eyes filling with hate. "I remember everything now." The mist worsened, flickering lights in them.
"H-how?"
Peter watched Lily smile, all teeth and hate, at the stuttered question. "Rumple got sloppy, he didn't completely blot out what happened. And with you getting free and me locked up well..." She trailed off as the light in the smoke intensified. "Let's just say I wasn't bored."
"You can't destroy me! I'm you!"
"Actually, I'm not going to do that." Lily stepped away, the small cloud of magic following her. Without a thought, her hand found Peter's, who twined their fingers together. "We are."
Magic crackled around their conjoined hands - magic that look suspiciously like light magic - as they raised them in tandem, the blast knocking into the red-eyed girl across the still smoldering area.
Lily watched dispassionately as what her magic had created became consumed with a white light until it seemed to shatter, leaving nothing behind. All at once, the fires around them stopped, clearing to reveal the insides of a sparsely furnished tree house. She stepped away from Peter, dimly aware of what the ache in her head meant.
"It's over." She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly chilled.
"Lily..." Peter began, his hand stopping mid-air when Lily turned to face him. "What was that?"
"That," she sighed heavily. "Was what my magic began to make after I abandoned my humanity." She rubbed her prickling arms. "I... I didn't know I still had magic, however dormant. I didn't know it would happen like that, I thought I'd be powerless because I didn't prepare ahead like... like Rumple and Regina."
He caught the slight hitch at the man's name and frowned. "What deal were you talking about before?"
She laughed; the sound bitter and sad. "Caught that, did you?" She looked away. "What that was... it was my magic giving life to all the emotions I suppressed when I lost my humanity and... after. Being cursed only made it worse since Lilith was locked away in my head too."
"That still doesn't explain what deal Rumpelstiltskin made with that... thing."
"He promised her that she could have my body, that I'd be the one locked away in my head, once the Curse was broken. As long as she stayed away long enough for me to help the Curse happen."
His brow creased ever so slightly. "But the Curse hasn't broken yet."
"Yeah, but I remembered. When all of my real memories came back... it set her free." She admitted, hurt coloring her next words, "Gold knew. He had to know it would happen and he still -"
The ache within her chest, in the heart she'd once abandoned, worsened until she crumpled. Peter caught her and cradled her against him, brushing a hand against her suddenly damp cheeks.
"Shh, love... I'm here." When she shot him a wry look, he amended, "Well, in your head at least."
She let out a raspy chuckle that dissolved into watering hiccups. The corner of his mout twitched upwards before he elaned down, pressing his lips to hers gently. She returned the kiss before breaking it with a wince.
"What?"
She cracked an eye open. "Someone... I think it's Henry... is trying to get me to wake up." Her heart clenched at the pleading in his tone. "I've gotta go soon."
"I'll see you soon." He whispered, lowering his mouth to brush his lips lightly on hers. "By the way," he asked, his voice becoming distant and murky. "What was that magic earlier?"
She huffed, chuckling softly.
"True love."
"Henry?!" Regina stormed into the private ward, gaze zeroing in on her pale-faced son. "Oh, Henry."
To her surprise, as well as a good portion of the staff, the little boy rose and shot into her arms. Burying his face in her abdomen, he finally succumbed to the sobs that had been silently shaking his shoulders for the past twelve hours. Emma peered at him curiously, her heart hurting at the sight of his tears. Before either woman could say anything, Henry reached out and wrapped an arm around Emma's waist, forcing his two mother's into a three-way hug.
Uncomfortably close to the woman she despised but, allowing Henry this comfort, Regina shifted before clearing her throat gently. "Henry... what happened, sweetheart?"
He pulled away, face blotchy and eyes still streaming. "L-Lillian went missing yesterday morning and... I went out to find her and ran into Mr. Gold."
Regina turned a flat stare towards Emma, who wilted ever so slightly. So concerned with finding Mary Margaret before the arraignment, and then rescuing them both from that madman who thought he was the Mad Hatter, Emma had nearly forgotten all about Lillian until Gold has informed them that Henry was currently at the hospital waiting for his babysitter to awaken.
"Nice to know we take missing persons in this town seriously." She hissed crossly before turning back to her son, who finally released them. She took a step to the right, distancing herself from Swan before addressing Henry. "Has she woken up yet?"
Henry shook his head, fresh tears gathering. "Dr. Whale said that her vitals spiked a few hours ago... but other than muttering in her sleep she hasn't really moved."
"I assume Gold paid for the private room," she muttered before straightening and addressing Emma. "Sheriff, please stay with Henry while I go talk with Dr. Whale."
Flabbergasted, Emma watched the mayor strut away before she turned back to Henry, inwardly happy with her good luck. "So, kid..."
Henry turned and stomped back to the room, entering the glass doors before he settled at Lillian's side again. Anger coursed through him as he took his 'sister's' still limp hand in his. Emma watched him go, hurt at his actions, though she had a pretty good idea of his sudden distaste for her presence.
She hadn't gone to look for Lillian. And, it seemed, Henry was painfully aware of that fact. In her defense, she had been fighting for her and Mary Margaret's lives all night. She stepped towards the doors, only for the clack of heels to alert her of Regina's arrival.
"Sheriff," the dark-haired woman greeted flatly before watching as Lillian began to stir and Henry's joyful cheer as dazed aqua eyes fluttered open.
"Hey... buddy..." Lillian croaked out, raising a fist to rub at her gritty eyes. A tug on the top of her hand made her pause and she groaned when she caught sight of the needle inserted in her skin. "Great. Hospitals."
"Sis!" Nearly bouncing, Henry leaned closer and hugged her as tightly as he dared, slumping when her shaky arms wrapped around him in return. "You're okay." He whimpered into her tangled hair.
"Yeah." She whispered back, tightening her embrace despite the ache in her arms. "I am. Thanks to you."
"And Gold," he added, too lost in his joy to see the way her eyes flashed as he pulled away.
"And Gold."
She started awake, the motion sudden and startling. Staying silent for several seconds, she quickly realized what disrupted her much needed rest. However, without looking away from the white, barren wall, she carefully raised her voice.
"Thought you'd never show up."
Gold flinched at the harsh whisper, not moving from his place at the door. Her shoulders, beneath the starched hospital sheets and flimsy gown, tensed so harshly that her shoulder blades were nearly poking out from her flesh. Her visible hand was tightened in a vice-like grip on said sheets, looking remarkably like a claw.
"I must admit, I had seconds thoughts."
"You should have heeded them, then." She snapped in return, itching to spin around. She knew if she did though, she'd scream and rage until her throat was raw and bloody. Or until they sedate me, she thought darkly. "I don't want you anywhere near me."
"So, you're who's been making dear Lilith black out." Rumple noted, eyeing the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him. "I'd like it if you'd give her up, dearie. I would so hate to have to resort to violence."
"Lillian -" He began, taking a hesitant step forward.
The tray that rested on the other side of the bed suddenly flew at him. He ducked, the metal barely missing his head.
"Don't." She hissed back, facing him with bloodshot, wounded eyes. "Don't you dare start. Not after what you've done."
"You don't understand the circumstances," he tried to placate, only to watch as her rage increased.
"I saw what happened!" She hissed furiously. "I know exactly what the circumstances were!"
"But, if you cast me out, you'll lose your precious servant!" She chirped despite the hand about her neck. "And then your Curse will fail." Her eyes glittered, "How about a deal?"
He hesitated before asking, "What deal might this be, dearie?"
"Oh, simple. I go away and hide for a bit, leaving poor little Lilith by her lonesome once again. In return, once the Curse breaks, I get the body."
"You knowingly let that thing my magic created stay in my body when you damn well knew it should have been destroyed."
"I couldn't destroy it without harming you."
"Bullshit!" She nearly screeched. "I managed to do it, the all powerful Dark One should have been able to do the same!"
His heart skipped. "What?" He whispered, the sound almost silent compared to her. "H-how did you -"
"It doesn't matter." She cut him off harshly. "What matters, is that you stay away from me."
"You know we can 't arouse Regina's suspicions-"
"Oh, don't worry. I'll play the role of your dutiful 'daughter' to perfection." She ignored the spasm of pain that flashed across his features. "No. I mean after all this is done, after the Curse is broken and magic is returned. If you come anywhere near me, I will burn that black heart out of you." Her eyes, despite remaining their original color, pierced through him like ice. "Do you understand?"
He numbly nodded, barely away of the alarms going off around them. As Whale and a nurse entered the room, the latter blatantly shoving him from the room, he continued to stare at his furious assistant, his heart splintering once again.
"Lilith," he muttered before turning to leave her accusing stare. "Forgive me."
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