"And at the seventh hour, the holy angels scavenge the land for frightened and helpless souls. In my opinion, the most painful way of dying is by God's Wrath, so let us fight back-- and survive."

~ The White Witch

God's Wrath: The Dove

 As the party began to search for Blanche, Sabrina kept close to Dimitri. He had been carrying Dave the entire length of their trek through the dead forest. After some time, Sabrina discovered markings on the forest’s floor: Numbers, letters… no. Equations. She must be close, Sabrina assumed. She turned to Dimitri, looking for signs of an improvement in his mental state. To her dismay, he was merely staring ahead: a storm clearly brewing behind his eyebrows. 


 “I have seen this before,” He commented, “I don’t know how, but I know she’s close. I’m not sure if I want to find her now.” Tightening his grip on Dave, he shook his head, “Nah. I got this.” 


Sabrina put her hand on his shoulder, "That's good to hear, Dimitri." 


 You’re very smart, but that’s all you are. A brilliant mind-- in ugly flesh. You’re going to die in this wasteland anyhow. Why not decorate yourself? Why not make yourself pretty? Why not… make yourself… in my image? 


Chapter Twenty-Seven