Part I.
Weakened, stumbling into the room, the capsule of memories bitter.
Sinking to the ground, body aching, needing comfort and understanding.
All alone.
A white orb gliding higher and higher in the charcoal sky, a wave of agony swells and crashes.
Brighter, stronger, overtaking, unable to hold back, the sense of humanity fading.
The battle begins to rage.
Part II.
Soft light creeps across a body battered, caressing wounds new and old.
The torture finished, another chance at redemption.
Pain fades.
Pale, scarred, yet at peace, finally fully resting.
Pulling through once again, not to be beaten, not without a fight.
Healing can begin.