Denial. First stage of grief.
As I touch my lips, I think back to that one kiss before you left me. I thought you would want to join me to build a better world?
No, nothing comes to mind, I answer the Metatron as he urges me to follow him into the elevator back to where we belong.
I give you one last glance, hoping once again that you'll join me and enter the elevator as well. Surely you weren't going to risk our parting? Not after everything we've been through! We've got to stick together.
