I almost fought her. Would have, just a little while ago, before the encounter in the chapel in Sanctuary. Instead, at war inside about who she was and what that might mean, I let her take me deep into the veil before reaching out to speak to her.
Trill. I carefully kept judgement and anger from my mental voice. I need to know what's going on.
She didn't answer that particular question, instead pulling to a halt and pointing below us. She'd formed some kind of window in the veil and I felt compelled to follow her gesturing index finger with my gaze even as I wondered how she managed such a feat.
How much had she changed from the girl I used to know?
The moment I looked into the window, we were falling together, though when we emerged through the other side I knew it wasn't like passing through the veil. I felt insubstantial, almost ghostlike. As if my consciousness had made the trip without my body.