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The search took more than an hour, wandering about to the different post boards throughout the city of Lion's Arch. The missing, the heroes, the dead. Milli's head was filled with names and she'd spent a rather long time sitting on an upended stone outside her former shop staring up at the hollowed out remains.

Her guard, Lydia Carlysle, stood watch beside her, silent except when spoken to, making sure she was safe. Milli wished Valec had come, but at the same time she was glad he had stayed away. She needed to do this one her own. She relied on him, and while she knew he didn't mind it, likely enjoy it, she still had to be her own woman. That included searching for the names of her friends.

She hadn't seen Jack's name yet. Thankfully. One of the notes looking for someone looked like it was penned in Ainsley's hand. She would send the woman a letter later, see if she couldn't find her in Divinity's Reach. Ciara's name had been absent as well. Neither had she seen Jackrel's or November Morsus's names. She would have expected either of them to be looking for the other if they weren't together. So either they were both dead or both alive. Another letter to be sent to the Reach.

It was at the last post board that she found it.

Ciara Devaney

Her heart dropped into her stomach and she thought she was going to be sick. Her fingers slid back to the top of the page. Deaths.

Milli stumbled back, bent double as it seemed all breath left her, one gloved hand pressed to her mouth.

"My lady, are you alright?" Lydia asked, rushing forward to wrap her arms around the other woman, watching their surroundings and assessing the situation. "Can you stand? We should leave."

Milli shook her head. "No," she managed, gasping. The sobs ripped their way from her throat and she continued shaking her head. "No, I want to stay."

"Soon, then," Lydia said, standing up to keep watch as Milli's grief overwhelmed her.

Milli pressed her hands to her face, covering her eyes, pulling free her eyepiece and stuffing it in her pocket. Such rough treatment of the device was unlike her, but this was not a normal situation.

She remembered meeting Ciara. It had been Lady Livinia's masquerade ball, both of them Jack's dates, Fire and Ice. And Jack had tried to pull them all into bed. Cia was having none of it.

Milli had been pursued by men and women before, but she had never pursued someone herself. She wanted to understand Cia, comfort her. Care for her where it seemed no one else did. She remembered Cia kissing her in front of Clockworks & Mechanicals Unlimited, a surprise. The second kiss had been Milli's, on the beach. And even then, things were so fragile. Milli had never been able to make it work, to put the pieces together just right.

She remembered Cia with aqua hair, so like her eyes. How soft it was in her fingers. How sweet Cia's kisses could be, but delicate. Like spider silk, always about to break.

And after she'd saved Cia from the torture of her other knee's shattering, she'd demanded Cia stop doing things that were so dangerous. And Cia had refused. That rift had never healed. It was a rent in her heart even now. They had started to mend it, but now...

That was the hardest thing about death. The finality of it. What was done was done. And there was no changing any of it.

She cried for nearly ten minutes before Lydia lifted her to her feet. "We should go home, my lady," she said gently, but brooking no argument.

Milli wiped her face quickly and looked up at Lydia. "What happened to the bodies? Can we find her?"

Lydia shook her head. "I don't know, my lady. We can look into it."

Milli nodded as they headed back toward Nemesir Manor. "She was my friend. I would like to know where she came to rest."

I hate it when people say that immortality would be no fun. Like if you had a button that you could press every time you woke up that extended your natural lifespan by a day, wouldn't you press it? Every single day? Like I mean. Living forever would be baller. I want to see my family lineage grow and prosper. I want to feel the pride as my own flesh and blood spreads and populates the world. I want to see all corners of the universe as mankind reaches out towards the stars. I think people underestimate how resilient we truly are and how much grief we are able to handle. I think no one should be forced to make peace with death. People shouldn't accept death as the natural vourse of life, but something to be taught against at all costs, as the ultimate enemy of humanity.

That might just be me though.