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Fawkes’ POV

I find myself blinking up at a ceiling I’ve never seen in my life. The Madame’s face appears in my line of sight, their top half still covered by the veil. “You see,” they say, “but you do not truly understand what it is you have been shown.”

“See what?” I croaked. They hand me a glass of water that I readily gulp down.

“I apologise, Captain Fawkes.” I struggle to push myself up and they stack pillow behind my back for support. “I didn’t realise letting you stay for so long when you had a mission would cause problems with your sight.”

“Madame,” I am bewildered. “What are you talking about?”

Their pale lips pursed in displeasure. They stand. “You should go soon.”

I grab their hand as they leave. They stop but do not turn around. “Tell me,” I said.

The Madame sighed and sat on the edge of the mattress. “These headaches,” they said. “You get them quite often, do you not?”

I frowned. “How do you know?”

“I am more than you think, Captain.”