Kate felt overwhelmed her thoughts, an emotional whirlwind of sound and color. So many and in such conflict, they couldn't all be real. The one thing she believed was the paranoia. The danger was real, her feelings valid and she clung to that.
Her paranoia might just keep her alive.
There was no forgiveness for her kind, and in her madness she was committing the greatest sin of all. They had noticed, they couldn't help but notice—it was their job after all. She gave herself one slim chance, she knew the workings of Solomon. She could betray the only beliefs she'd ever had and sell her soul, herself, in an attempt to gain sanity and protection.
But it wouldn't work.
The end would come. He would come, and with him would come not hell, but silence and freedom. No pale horse, nothing but black and grey and the faint glow of green.